Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1871-08-11
BRATTLEBORO VT, FRIDAY. AUGUST II, 1871


IN change if your gra'ma says so. But mind
what tell ye. Yer city folks hdin't GO
IN to know whether you wear satin, or lin
sey-woolsoy-I tell ye that"
No. thoy wouldn't care for her Why
should they2 Nobody seemed to care.
fefhaps she hadn't "conmon sense" And
thinking over the weary day, poor Linn
look OIL the old calico and brought out the
PINK gingham, with sob for every move
! ment. Did all children have such sad
times, she wondered, leaning her forehead
against the window sash. She had cried
against every pane of glass. in that house,
suppose, and now, as looked out through
-her tears, she saw robin-iat and yellow
throaled-picking seed in the garden.
" wish l was a robin," she sighed,
ana then she remembered once that the
sunday school tea 'her had told her that 1t
was wicked to wish herself anything that
hadnt soul.
Wnats the use ol soul II II leels so
pau = she SAID, and just then she heard the
stage wheeis rafting down the hill, and
iumbling over the bridge.
- lhnh ls MOI your chlld, think
IL WIS MIS- INNS VINO asked the ques-
ton as she sat with Mrs. Plkc on the porch
one afternoon, month later They were
watching ior the stage 10 night again. Mr.
lhnls' huths lather, was coming 10 spehd
sunday
My cnlluY . bless you, no. she am |
nothlh TO me, no ways lie had a neph-
eW, Tins personal prohouh agreed Win
cohJ usal ahtecedhet always with Aunt Sa-
nnai'ha-. he look TO DOORS, ana got CD
dicated' Ihen he went oil down country,
som er, to try'n hnd'n openin', II married
aleetle young thing, n died when Linn
was born, then her father he went TO the
war an got shot, and they sent the orphan
to us
poor enid sad Mrs INNS softly She
was motherly little woman, who, accord
ing to her story, never ventured to visit an
orphans asylum, lest she should come a
way with the whole institution in her train
hers by adoption.
"Wall, yes. 'Tis bad thing for the child
to bury her relations" remarked Mrs.
Pike.
Linn? It's not common name,' said
Mrs. Innis, and she lifted the blue eyes
from the apron she was embroidering for
Ruth, and looked away to where the two
children were making daisy chains under
the great maple. Linn had contided to
Ruth the precious memory of the beautiful
gentleman who had sat there in the shade
and talked with her.
mo, 'taint Christian name, 'cording to
my thinkin'; but twas her mothers N so
they chris'nd her by it,"
81 had school friend of that name"
"Well, the cliild's mother come o big
folks they say. But they'd run down, N
got poor N died, N one thing mother.
They was the Cannings.
"Cannings Linn Canning? Do you
mean this is her child?'
"She hain't nobody's elses, guess"
Mrs. Samantha Pike dropped her knit
ting, and looked with wide-eyed wonder,
as the little blonde-haired woman sprang
from her seat, and tripped of down the
'ssfSpe go where the children sat. What
happened there it isn't necessary for me to
describe to try to-but imagine yourself
finding, in the much-abused, much-endur-
ing drudge OF a lone farm house, the daugh-
ter of your girlhood's best-loved friend.
As they stood there the stage came, Mrs.
lnnis and Ruth ran to the gate to meet it,
and to meet a bearded man who sprang
down. And Linn stood little apart, and
as she caught glimpse of pair of kind
eyes gave utterance to delighted 'Why-e-
eF
And this is my little friend ! said Mrs.
Innis, bending down to give Linn her kiss
in turn.
80, you don't mean your beautiful gem