Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-11-22

euNr atc utI uFchhiAkt alouc tuc traces
Of a tear or so on her pink cheeks, then
she dashed them away, with a merry.
joyous little laugh.
This will never do! aud now that
George has gone for six weeks, to pre-
pare for his return. And l pray Heaven
it may be such coming home as shall de.
light bis very soul"
"l'm sure don't know what to say.
The land knows l need help enuf; but il
pears to me such a little midget as you
couldn't airn your salt. What dye say
your name was ?"
=" Mary Smith. And indeed. If you'll
try me only week, I'm sure you'll keep
me till the seasons over
Mrs. Clements looked out Of the win
dow, at the gray clouds that were piling
gloomily up; and then the wind gave
great wailing shrek around the corners of
the house.
"You can't cook ken you2 or shake
up feather beds-goOd big ones, forty
pounders2"
A gleeful little laugh came iroa
Mary's lips.
"lndeed | can. l may not cook TO
suit you, but can learn"
Mrs. Clements walked out to the huge
open 6erplace in the kitchen, where the
Deacon was shelliug corn.
What dye say, Deacon? Keep her
or not? | kind o like her looks, and the
dear knows it would be good lift while
we're KILN, if she couldn't do more'n set
the table, or make the mush for the
bread"
Take her Of course, Hannah. You
are hard driv', know. Let her stop a
week or so any how"
So Mrs. Clements came slowly back aud
sat down again.
You cant get away tonight, any
, way. There's snow storm been a brew
IN these three days, and its onto us now,
sure enough. Sec them ere fakes fine an
thick. That's sure sign it'll last good
while. You may as well take your things
up stairs in the west garret, and then
come down and help get supper
Then followed directions to the west
garret, aud when she had gone Mrs.
Clements. turning to the Deacon, said,
| never see girl afore I'd trust up
stairs alone. But such as her don't steal ;
, ken tell you that if nothing else
!. Directly she came down in her neat
purple priut dress and big white apron !;
her hair brushed off her face into net; a
narrow linen collar fastened with a sail
ors loop of narrow black ribbon,
1t seemed if she had lived there al.
ways, so handily she fitted 10 and out the
blg pantry, into the buttery, and then
down the cellar
Then, after the meal, she gathered the
dishes in a neat, silent, way, that was
perfect bliss to Mrs. Clements eyes.
She's determined to arn her bread
anyhow and Like her turn, too
} And the Deacon knew his wife had TAX
en- fancy to Mary Smith.
One by one the days wore on the hog
| killing was over and done long strings Of
sausages hung IN fantastic rings, arranged
by Mary's deft fingers sweet hams and
shoulders were piled away in true house
, wifely order; and now Mary and Mrs
Clements were sitting in the great sunny
: dining-room, darning, patching and mend
ing.
Il cont know what ever | am goin' tc
do without you, Mary, dread to see
you pack up your clothes.
A blush oil pleasure spread over the
girls face.
Il am so glad too you have been suit
ed with my work. Indeed, I've tried
1t amt the work altogether, though
goodness knows you're the smartest ga
, I've seen this many day. AS | say, il
amt the work-it's you, Mary. I've go
to thinking a sight of yon,- meand the
Deacon
Mary's lips tremblcd at the kindness in
+ the old lady's voice; but she sewed rapid
! ly on.
, It's been uncommon lonesome-likt
, since the boy left the farm; but it's worse
! yet since Re got married. 1t seems like
5 deserting us altogether
Have you son? You never mention
ed him.
No; George has gone his way, anC
we must 90 ours. Yes he married one O
! them cracked-headed boarding-school peo
pie, who can't tell the difference between
j rolling-pin and tin-pan'
r But, despite her scorn, Mrs. Clements
dashed off the tears with her brown fist.
Is his wife pretty? | suppose yol
love her dearly
6 Il don't know nothing about her, ant
/ never want to know He'sle left us for her
and us old foks'll leave him to her too
Mary just turn them cakes around; SEEM
to me they're burning
: When Mary returned, Mrs. Clement
was leaning on the arm Of her chair.
Mary, supposing you stopped on will
+ us another month yet, any howl Th'
Deacon will make it all right
| 1t isn't the money care for, Mrs
/ Clements. only wish | might stay al
ways. You don't know how much low
9 you,
Love us, do you? Bless your heart
/ IF our George had only picked you out
what blessing it would be TO as all
9 But il cant be helped now
E She sighed wearily, then glanced ou
Of the window, looked moment, thel
/, threw down her work.
j Bless my soul, if there aiu't ou
Gao,oe eomin' nm the lane Deacon