Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1870-11-03

i"S 'I""I JoCNcy Il"l' 4NdllCI hl)nOt
head bent down on her work, and
seemed as though something said in he
ear lie will love her r; | know he wi
love her
SO it ap cared that Lucy Malcom'
arrival was causing some heart burr
Ing in S'ockhnru ucigbborhood. Al
unconscious of this, Lucy round
est, pumpesr, merriest little maidct
ever >ccn-tripping ont of the stag
when The driver had brought his horse;
to. There was pair Of sparkling bacI
eyes adorned her rosy face, ami he
laugh rang ont as clear as Il silver bell
Lucy had various ptrcels, hags, aut
books, which she carried abont as such
little minXcS will and q young man
who had got down from the stage to as
sIst her in lighting, gathered them ul
and handed them back. He was cvi
dent'y n town-brcd man with white
hands, and n downward look, and little
chin, aud cNrefulIy-kept moustarhc.
Lucy took her things from him in n
pretty petulant sort of way, giving
him curt little bow; and the next mo-
ment they were all on the ground, and
she had her arm hngged tightly round
Uncle Dorsel's neck.
Don't you mcau to give me Que Of
them, cousin Lucy? inquired Enoch,
leaning in one of his natural, graceful
poslurcs against the gate, as the kisses
went flying about. Il think l ought to
come in for my share
The saucy little maiden shook her
black tresSes very decidedly, ,ing
eyes at Enoch, Aunt Dorset thought,
just as Lucy Parks used to do; aud the
next moment, in one OF her capricious
fits, she embraced cd Job with her club.
by little arms and gave him q sound
smacking. From that time her hira-
ton with Enoch may be said to have
begun.
Who was that sprucclocking young
fellow that helped you out Of the stage,
Lucy? inquired Aunt Dorset, gazing
through her honest specs is he an
acquaintance Of yours? The young man
had mounted to the drivers seat while
the operation of getting the trunk Off
was in progress, and appearing to be
watching the group in the front yard
under the locust trees with considerable
oh. ! believe he has GOT business
somewhere around here, returned Lu-
cv, with an nditfrrnt toss of her head.
lie was very civil to me on my Jour
ney'
i nm afraid YOU are bit Of nirt
child said Aunt Dorset. And then
she thought to herself. Her mother
vas before her; pity if she shou|dnt t
be-
Me Airt O. Auntyl' and Lncy's
,lack eyes rolled up, aud her mouth
cEered Itself into Il dcwy, rosy cx-
,lamalion point. !
They were in the house now and
AUNT Dorset had shown her niece up TO
he best room, shut up as the best |
'ooms are apt to be in the country. and |
a'her heavy with "ld mahogany furniture
md high post bed-stcad, and it, mount
lin of feathers. The moment the little /
lumplin of an old lady had trottcd out
}! tie room to fetch something that had
,een forgotten, Lucy skipped to the win
low, pushed back the bllnds, and let her
huttcr out in the breeze.
strange to say. there was answering
ignal from the top Of the stage Enoch
Who was lingering below in the yard
aw the mannuvre, and said to him
elf: Shes II regular little case. I
elicve she knows more about that fel
Nv than she pr"ten Is.
Lucy had been brou !ht mp in a town
considerable size, where French FASH
ons prevails; and she had brought al
er little gauds aud (u,bclows to Stock
urn, with the hope of electrifying the
atives, for her snnl was by no means
bove such feminine triumphs. She
pened her trunk, and hung some trink-
IS about her plump little person, and
eslled some bows of cherry ribbon
mong her glossy black curls. She ;
'ent down stairs just before tea.
How nice it is herc!' said Lucy,
'okiug out through the sitting room
indow at the sunny old garden 4 have
ways been cooped up ii town, I'm
c Dorst and now you must teach me
} be county girl
Il spose yon think, don you, nqu,r-
| the o'd gentleman, that some cows
i've bnttermik; just as Dr.. Hilleyer's {
zee did when she came mp here on '
sit from York; perhaps I do, |
'lurncd Lucy, archly, bursting ino ]
crry laugh 'and then you know l SOL {
nnly believe that potatoes grow on t
lshes.' !
DO see Lucy suugglcd up to your IA. c
er, and he looks as pleased as a cufy.' {.
id Aunt Dorset to Job, as she put !
'awing of n in the pot. There's a i
'od deal of cat about that girl. The Il
arkes have all got it, every one of {
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