Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-09-04
DAyID'S LOVE.

DAyID'S LOVE.
Marian !"
esIuian Holbrook. Where can that
c;d be? Idling away her time, Ill
S1rrant. over SPOTTED butterflies, or
uathin' hike it, ard them currants
IN to be on a stewin'." .
handing up, IN the white door,
~ alhed with its exuberant scarlet 'un.
nck the good lady shaded her weak blue
III with QUE brown hand, and looked
Ia and earnestly across the garden
<rpanse-the lows Of thrifty plunts-a
,stinpl column of holly hooks, red and
ia, around which the bees were
druanng, clumps of cinnamon roses
1bos er, d down with every breath of air,
Iouf o'cocks, aud stunted geraniums,
IS ihe thick hedge OF currant bushes,
|tnber on. Still sign OF the dimpled
|Glle maiden, in the pink sun-bonnet,
|xho had gone to pick currants for Miss
|Io oingsbie's tea.
1he sun went down behind the rye
|6ed, near hy, whose spears cleaned
hh splints OF gold or bronze the blue
hill flew away to her nest and Marian
vel up the path between the hollyhocks,
zilng the currants through her taper
dueers, wishing she was II great lady,
like Miss Foliingsbie, pelhaps, with
bn ded hair and silk gound from year
10 ear, and never hear her bondswoman
(dead Samuel Higgins spouse) lecture
an1 sculd, and tell her what gu idle
baegage she was, and not worth the salt
in Der pOrridge.
Mariana Holbrook, you'll sartin be
tbe death of me. l could a'picked all
the currants from here to Jersey and
meae jam OF EN-"
suppose Miss Follingsbie is quite
iu<k kere ont in this time, and thinks
" slon't intend to give her any supper
light"
4rr. Higgins, elbow deep in cup
zEf busted the fl ur from her arms
NIIh her ch, cked apron, took away the
~ of currants, about which there had
he1h such a to do, and waited for al
|tznlanatiOn of some sort. None forth
uuiDg, she returned to the cup-cak'
Hz#fouslv.
avid Higgins, tall, comcly youth
H<olled linen, and signs of wearines
E G lls brown fIcn Entered the kitchen
14, and siIentlNfwatched the two, ant
3h hwed with his eyes the deft httl
AlOthpr, l don't want to interfere
Il dOu't you think you are sometime
|aIs Isevere with Marian She is not o
|{ear blood, you know, and she Is so yer.
tosDg. [ believe she means to do wha
hdeIt."
Df course she means to do what
IIG1 Mrs. Higgins said, apologetically
~ king an end of her c,ke, aud clearing
81 Ill evidence OF it's const ruction.
never said, David, that she did, a
lis such shiftless critters know. Blu
ban is a great trial to me. 1 pit
~ man who is to get her for wife
have to be good naturcd an
q to stand her ways. SHE'S destIuc
90 ITSELF"
arian put the finishing touches t
~ table, shining with its old.fashione
1ller spoons aud sprigged china "a
hafloom in the honored family fror
z4Ich Mrs Higgins sprans), aud bath
! the flushed face in great tin basi
q Epol water, dried it on the wholesom
E. b., which impaired a deeper pin
81 carnatlon. Once more the brow
IS were bound up, and snatching
Ig4 and yellow trumpet flower from til
1Izes about the door, Marian went bac
& ahe best room and poured out Mis-
zlingsbie's tea. wondering why 81
~ remained all the years Of her III
8 trictest servitude at that homely oil
3 b house, the only home she had ev'
wn. 70 be sure, it had not been
as it might. Very many youn
DIE were in worse straights than sh
she was not peevish or without COZ
1 in the main, and yet of late she ha
un to realize the something lackln
Der days. She had Thought so NOR
eh more, siuce Miss Folingsbie ha
8 be down TO spend her summer. Y
was not so idle as 10 envy IN
ban whom gentle fate had place
above her in social scale. 81
hoped fn far-off way to be ne,
to such, one day in her life.
1iss Follingsbie soon finished her t.
had gone away to her airy chambe
le all the tedious business of settil
pgs to rights filled Marian's hand
ears we're lent to catch every stra
weet song which foated in from u
m above.
FRS. Higgins, quite "tnckered on
, the many things to which she hi
Pm her mind and hands during Il
= 3 day, had retired, as was her custor
Ie the crickets were chirping the
lays.
loslng up the house softly, Marii
path through a white gate whit
TO the east meadow, whose fragra
bb'e and morning glory vines we
pwn out in hold relief by the SUNNI
on' just climbing the heavenly trac
Marian held her breath and exulted
utt'r stiffness. Presently q BIO
dow fell athwart her own. s.
taken the same road as Davi
walked like one In a dream,
elasPed behind bin. his ~