Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1870-11-03
WOODSTOCK, VT, THURSDAY, NOV. 3, 1920.

7 tFlumph. FROM her place OF yenta1C
" by the window, with her face lookin.
pale and her breath coming fast, sh
: had watched Enoch pass by in tn
ID moonlight, with Lucy clasping his arm
l. and gazing up in his face, aud she al
l. most despised herself because she coul'
= not see it unmoved
:. Enoch was bewitched by Lucy; bu
e the bewitching did not 90 very far. .EIC
: was young man who had n very goot
n opinion Of himself, and his constancy
= had not been developed. He liked tc
Z; have number of girls fond of him
D and he thought it was rather fine
thing to cool off toward flame rs he
5 had done toward Nancy Raynor. Still
; with all her innocent, pussy.likc ways
! Enoch distrusted Lucy. He had caught
her sending billets privately to Middle
= town by the farmland Zeke and he
, had not forgotten her adventure in the
; stage coach.
. The preparations for the husking-bee
were almost complete and Lucy was
quite wild with delight. The big barn
was to be nicely Illuminated, and the
supper Of pumpkin-pie, doughnuts and
cider to be spread in the kitchen after
the good old orthodox fashion. After
ward the great barn floor was to be
, cleared, and black fddlers, engaged at
. Mddletown, were to play for dancing
Two days before the husking- bee was
to come off, Lucy made JOB an apple
pie bed. job meant to be even with
her, and the next afternoon he called
up the stairway:
Cousin Lucy, don't you want to take
4 ride behind Brown Betty?'
Lucy was of course, delighted with
the proposition. So she STEPPED to the
window and peeped through the blinds;
and there was Brown Betty hitched to
the sulky-a light, airy thing, that
looked as if made of cobwebs, with the
tiniest of backless seats hung in the
middle. Lucy appreciated the joke,
and, while Job ran back to the carriage
house to get his coat she slipped down
stairs, unhitched Brown Betty, and was
off down the road like flash.
%, Massey to us : screeched Aunt
Dorset, running to the door. That
child will surely get killed. She don't
know nothing about driving, and the
mare is as skittish as Il colt :,
Job dashed out of the carriage house,
looking crest-tallen enough She's
plucky little piece of baggage, said he
and there is no use trying to get
ahead Of her. Don't worry, mother
Lucy is able to take care of herself
There certainly was a sweet little
cherub somewhere up alott, who looked
out for audacious Lucy. In an hours
time she came back, with demurely
wicked CLEAN in her eye Brown Betty
had evidently been put through her
PAGES. Lucy threw down the lines
with Professional air, and ordered Job
to give her nag some water, for she is
as dry as contribution box she add !
ed and | would like to know who is
little sulky now
Lucy explained, later, that accident I.
ally she had met Mr.. Allen, the young
man who was polite to her in the stage. I,
In return for turning her horse round !
she had asked him to come over to the !
husking-bee.
The night Of the husking-beo hal |
come, and Milton Raynor was blac'ling
his boots at the back door of the farm
house.
Aren't you going over to Dorset's
tonight? he inquired of his sister.
NO, am not
Now, would, if l was you, Nancy.
1t don't look well for you to stay coop
ed up here at home Folks will begin
to say you are love-sick.' !!
i don't care what they say, returned
Nancy; and her voice sounded harsh
and metallic in her own ears. She
went up to her room and sat down by
the little window, that was festooned
by the Virginia creeper, buring with a
deep autumnal crimson The moon
light was falling still and white on the
stubble-helds and belts of woods. 1t
blanched Nancy's face--uot patient
or submissive face. Her eyes might {
have read a poem in that lovely even
ing, but they were full of trouble She
wanted to crush out the core of con-
stancy and devotion in her heart but {
she knew not how to do it. She was '
too restless to stay within doors so !
she wrapped her head and shoulders in ,
a shawl, and glided out into the shadow i
of the trees along the roadside, until i
she came nearly opposite to Uncle Dor s
sets house, where she could see the
lights from the barn and catch the /
sounds of fun and frolic from the husk- q
nr. She was haunted by an irrational v
desire to spy upon Enoch and Lucy, a
md to confirm what she 80 much dread a
I'd to find tue. +
Mr. Allen arrived early, and, with C
,is white hands, his want of chin, t
black moustache, and city made clothes, a
mite captivated the rustic beauties Of I