Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1869-07-06

associates He let Burton take this copy,
and Burton gave it to nc. Let me see
this is it. Listen;
Dear Mr.. Smith Ny aunts wish me to
reply to your kind letter. | do not know
what to say. / am not accustomed to
writing to gentlemen; but must tell you
that was sorry to have Aunt Sophy send
you that picture of me it does not look
like me but very little it fatters me very
much. You are so handsome that | am
sure you will want beau iful wife; so |
so | do not think you oughs to be deceived.
| do not want to be married but my
aunts say [ must on account of the money
and perhaps it will all turn out right. |
am very lonely herr. | would like to live
in large city, and Aunt Sophy says you
would do everything to please me.
Have you a " sisters? VIII your mother
like me? [ always wanted sisters and a
mother of my own. don't know what
else to tell you, except that if you love me
| will do whatever you want me to.
ROSE RODGERS
There were comments upon, and
laughing discussion of the letter, which
was certainly very unique. But as we
ratified along there was bump, a shock,
the cars stood still and everybody was in
CONSERVATION.
1--WE are off the track be patient a
little while"
But in consequence of this little acci-
dent it was two o'clock before we got
down in Plymouth. As we swarmed out
upon the platform | noticed a very pale
young man, not unlike myself in looks
emerge from the foremost car, his coat
sleeve torn cut and yiollnt bruise ON
the forehead.
"lf that should be the lover Smith,
now" said to myself
He seemed very much out of humor,
and bcckoncd angrly to hackman, and
jumping into the carriage, desired to be
driven to the best hotel. After that |
saw several other persons more or less
disordered and bruised by the accident.
was leaving the depot, when color
ed coachman stepped before me.
beg pardon, sir-Mr. Smith ~
Eyes"
Carriage is waiting. Step this way,
if you please, sir"
| followed him, wondering if my uncle
bad indeed sent up a carriage. 1t used
to be my aunt's pet hobby-a barouche
with the old English coat of arms, which
had indeed belonged to us, but had beer
in disuse since the impoverishment o
Raleigh Smith of England. WASN'T quite
sure what they were, but believed it wa'
a sword and a helmet upon piece o
parchment; but it proved to be a pei
and Il sword against parlette which wa
very appropriate, as there had been schol
ars, artists and military men among oul
ancestors.
"All well ?" | asked good humoredly
"All WE'LL" answered Sambo, with {
grin, shutting the door. Then he looked
, back to say with another grin:
Ladies very gay this morning"
Ifmy stately aunt and cousin wer'
gay it was certainly worth remarking
so | laughed little, and Sambo chuckle'
again and upon his seat.
We ratified through the streets unde
, an arch, up an avenue. Things began t.
look strange.
"Where are we? asked as Samb'
opened the door. "Do they live here :?
"Ycs, sir. Here's Mr.. Dunbar, sir.
At the same moment an elderly gentleman
rushed out on the terrace to meet me.
"Why, Smith, you are wonderful.
, late p he exclaimed shaking hands wit
, me.
"The cars ran off the track, /" answers
[; and before I could say anything els
he hurried me off into the house.
| 9Evcrythings'sr ready. Hurry with O
let and come down. Pity you trimme
, your whiskers 50 close it alters your al
perancc 50 much. Robert help Mr.. Smit
q dress. Right in here Smith. Hurry
= now the ladies are waiting
found myself shut into a luxurior
dressing room, and mulatto was respec
!. fully in attendance. l sat down an
looked at him.
C "What is your name y
"Robert, SIR will you be so kind as
hurry, sir +? They are waiting on you"
+ gave him the key to my portmantea
. and resigned myself to my fate, whatev'
r it might be. But things were very strans
70 "Where is my uncle 2" asked
Robert dextrously arranged my garn