Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1871-03-22

How Sans heart thumped against h
side when the door closed and he Wa
left alone with bis cbarmer! Would sh
speak to him 2 They couldn't set there pc
fectly quiet all the evening! What woul
be the first word said? In the mean
time he kept steadily on with his work
never raising bis head, but seeing be
every motion out of the corner of hi
eye.
As for Mary, she was thinking O
anything but poor Sam, and was conse
quently as unconcerned as possible. Sh
was thinking how she would make owe
a certain muslin dress that she wanted 4
wear to party. so as to make it look q
good as new ;and what ribbons she shoul'
wear with it, and whether she shoult
ask her aun. for money to buy a new
pair of dancing shoes. 1t is just posi-
bic, also, that some visions of partner
may have been fitting across her mind
At any rate, the silence was first broker
by Sans saying timidly, and with :
mighty effort,
How pretty your hair looks tba
wavr
You don't say sor was Marys reply
with a toss of her hair aforesaid. She
hardly knew whether TO be offended OF
not. He certainly had right to tel
her she looked pretty, if he thought so;
but then--he wasn't one of her heaux
and she didn't know exactly whether
she liked it. Not another word was
said on either side, and the Widow
Cram came back, and they all went of
TO bed without her having deigned to
bestow even look on the luck less youth
who retired trembling in every limb APP
palled at his own presumption,
When Mary was locked in her own
room she had her little fit of trembling
too. How queer it was! Why should
she care what Sam thought about her
hair? Sam-why. he was nobody at
all. She had braided her hair in tho
morning, to see if she could make it friz
as the fashionable young ladies of
the village did theirs, and it had frizzed
very nicely. But she wouldn't do it
again TO night, or that absurd fellow
would think she done it because be
liked it! Catch her at it! And 50 she
finished 10y braiding il again, and the next
day it was frizzier than ever.
In the morning Sam brought in the
pail of milk, as usual, for her to strain
into the pans. Aunt Hetty wasn't there.
You see I've done my hair the same
way again, SAM said she, bIusliing like
a rose.
Sam had nothing TO say--he only
locked at her. Such smile! 1t haun-
ted her oil day long. She bad never
seen anything like it before. She qnite
longed for dinner time to come, so that
she might see il again.
But at dinner Sam was rs grave as a
deacon. He never said word, or looked
at her, for anything she could see. But
he did though, out of the corner of his
eye.
DO you want any pie! said the
Widow Cram to him.
No | thank YOU answered Sam,
who didn't care much for swee: things.
Have piece. SAM exclaimed Ma
nv, almost before she knew she was say
ing. Il made it, and you don't know how
good it is!'
There it was again-that smile! Sam
held out his plate for piece Of pie, and
thought there had never been such de =.
licious morsel since the worI was made.
The carpet got on very fast. Aunt
Helty never bad to urge the young PEG
Pile to set about it in the evening. The
moment tea was over, and the dishes
out of the way, out came the bag and
the big basket, and down they sat with
out being reminded of it. Widow Cram
couldn't make it out. Sam he was
allus good one to work. but Mary she
gin'ralIy tried to get ont ont. if she
could. What bad come over the gal q
They prepared the rags faster than
she could weave them. She was very
particular, too, and made them keep up
TO the mark: she wasn't goin' to have
her stripes all jogging, some wide and
some narrer, SO that when they were
matched there WANT no match to IN. ;
Her carpets sewed jest's well together as
boughten ones. And so it came to pass
tha, Sam and Mary learned a good deal
about making carpets, and a good deal
else, too.
why, Mary, thought you WAS a
gc.n' to Miss Bishops party TO. night.
exclaimed Aunt Hctty, when the evening
for the party before alluded to had ar
rived. and Mary's muslin dress was still
lying in the drawer, untouched.
mo, Aunt, I'm not going to night,
said Mary.
MOT goiu'? Why what in the Twin
airlh hez got into you, Mary? Every.
body'Il be there
Everybody but me, Aunt Hetty'
But what's tie reason-wby don't
ye go!
Il can't tell you, only don't care TO-
Wal, if | live to be hundred years
old. shall never get to understand you
Mary Crosby
That night Aunt Hetty dropped into q
neighbor's to tell her how queer Mary
was getting. and ask what she supposed
was the matter; for, that something was
the mater, Aunt Hetty never for mo
ment doubted.
Mary said Sam, when the widow
was fairly out of hearing.
Mary lnokad I'M innnirinply. Int mad,