Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-03-23
rather see sitting in Lyddy's chair and wear.


them while the boarder.s season lasts, and Nv,
Is good as promised Jacobs wife I'll spent
the winter with her."
Amt that a hard life you are laying out
for yourself2 And then bum BY you will
get old or sick ma be, and who is going to
want you around then Every woman needs
husband OF her own to take care of her."
"Im able to take care Of myself as yet,
thanks to goodness And | am not afraid
my brothers will see me suffer in case Of sick.
ness" returned Miss Doolittlc, her checks
flaming up like sumach in October.
" But hadn't you better take a little time
to think it overt Ma be it come sudden to
you, pleaded Captain Ben.
mo, | thank you Some things don't
need thinkin over" answered Miss Dooltte,
piucking at the barberries more diligently
than ever.
81 wish Lyddy was here. She would con.
vince you you are standing in your own light"
returned Lyddys widower In a perpexed
tone.
" don't need one to come from the dead
to show me my own mind" retorted Miss
Doolittle, firmly.
Well, like enough you are right" said
Captain Ben, mildly, putting few stems Of
barberries in her pail ma be Z wouldn't
be best | don't want to be rash"
And with that he moved off, on the whole
cougratulating himself he had not decided to
marry Miss Doolittle.
thought, after she commenced her mis-.
cradle gift of the CAB, that Lyddy used to be
free TO admit she had fiery tongue. for ali I
they were such friends And I'm all for 1
peace myself guess, on the whole ma be
she amt the one Tor me- perhaps, and it is as
well to look further Why what in the
world Wen, there! what have | been
thinking of There is Mrs. Dayids as neat
as a new cent, and the master hand to save
She is always taking on; and she will be glad
enough to have somebody to look out for her.
Why sure enough And there l was right
at her house this very day, and never once
thought Of her What an old duncew
But, fortunately, this not being a sin Of
commission, it could easily be rectihed and
directly Captain Ben had turned about and
vas trotting again toward the red house on
the beach
Pound for pound of the best white su.
gar, ne heard Miss Tame say as he neared
the door.
White sugar repeated Mrs Dayids,
her usual sigh drawn out into a little rroan
" White sugar for cramberries Who ever
heard of such thing2 I've always cousld-
cred did well when | had plenty of brown" ;
Poor creeter thought Captain Ben
How she will enjoy getting into my pantry
Lyddy never complained that she didn't have t
enough of everything to do with" G
Aud in the full ardor of his intended be- ,
nevoence, he went right in and opened the q
subject at once. But, to his astonishmont,
Mrs. Dayids refused him. She sighed, but ]
he refused him. L
I've seen trouble enough already, without
ny rushing into more with my eyes wide /
open sighed she.
Trouble Why, that is Just what was
meaning to save you exclaimed the be-
wi.dered widower. Pump right in the
house, and stove eenamost new And Lyddy
never knew what it was to want for IA spoon.
iul Of sugar OF pound of -four. And such
handy buttery and sink Lyddy used to
say she felt the worst about leaving her but. {
te.y Of anything
Should thought she would" answered
Mrs. Dayids, forgetting to sigh. However,
can't say that | feel any hankerng after
marrying buttery. I've got buttery-room
enough here, without the trouble of getting ,
set up in new place"
Just as you say" returned the rejected.
l amt sure as you'd be exactly the one
was a thinking Of looking for somebody a lit
tie younger"
Well, here is Persis Tame. Why don't
you bespeak her? She is younger, and she is
in need Of good home. | can recommend
her. too, as the first of a cook" remarked
Mrs. Davids, benevolently. d
Miss Tame had been sitting little apart
by the open window, smiling to herself.
But now she turned about at once " Him :" IA
said She with contempt ." should rather
live under an umbrella tied to stake, than
marry for hum"
So Captain Ben went home without eDgag-
ing either wife or housekeeper.
Aud the first thing he saw was Captain j a.
cob Doolittles old one.eyed horse eating the
apples Loizah Mullers had strung and fes.
TONED from nails against the house to dry.
The next thing he saw was that, having
left window open, the hens had flown in aud
gone to housekeeping on their own account
But they were not like Mrs. Dayids, as neat
as new cent and not, also such master I
hands TO save.
Shoe shoe Get out. Go long there
with you " cried Captain Ben, waving the
dish-cloth and the poker. " | declare fort I
l most hadn't ought to have left that bread a
On, on the table, They've made a pretty mess
Of it, and it is every spec there is 10 the house
too. Well, must make a do of potatoes for ,
supper with bit of pie and mouthiul of
cake"
Accordingly he went to work building
h;e that wouldn't burn. Then forgetting the
simple matter Of hampers, the potatoes
wouldn't bake. The tea-kcttle boiled over and !
cracked the stove and after that boiled dry :
and cracked itself Finally the potatoes fell :
to baking with so much ardor they overdid it
and burnt up. And, last of all, the cake.iar c
and pie-cup-board proved to be entirely /
empty. Loizah had left on the eve of baking. t
day. :
The old cat Well, I'd Just as soon live
on slapjacks SPELL" said Captain Ben, when
he made this discovery.
But even slapjacks paled on his palate, es- =
ecially when he had them always to cook v
or himself.
faint no way to live, this amt said he
at last. "I'm a good mind to marry as ever {
had to eat" C
So he put on his ha, and walked out. The {
hrst person he met was Miss Persis Tame, O
who turned her back and fell to picking thor
oughwort blossoms as he came up.
Look here" said he, stopping short.
m dreadfully put I. | can't get ne'er a T.
wife, nor ne'er a housekeeper, and am oena. ,
most starved to death. | wish you would
consent to marry with me, if you feel as if
you could bring your mind to IT, am sure y
1t would have been Lyddys wish" !
Miss Tame smet Of the thoroughwort bios. !
SONS. |
IL comes pretty sudden on me-" she re. a
Piled lhadn'tgyeu the subj ect any thought. I
But You are to be pitied in your situation" d
Yes. And I'm dreadful lonesome. I've q
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