The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1872-10-15

SO, If did want it; but am so disap-
pointed
Rising, she bathed her flushed face at
the ripping brook, close at her feet
We'll, sis, here | am at last" exclaim-
cd the merry voice Of Ralph Loring, az
he presented himself at the pretty parson-
age, Extra business must be my excuse
for keeping you waiting. Blythe way do
you have nymphs or angels in this ro.
mautic place ?
Neither, so far as am aware, laugh.
ed Mrs. Loring. Did you see anything
as you came through that grand old for
est -
Il certainly saw nymph, or a remark
ably lovely girl in white muslin
And he repeated the interview between
10 and Maggie.
There she comes now, he exclaimed,
as 10 came up the walk.
Your nymph is my dearest friend,
Josephine Bently,' said Mrs. Loring and
for her life she could not help the trium-
phant ring in her voice.
That was golden afternoon in JOS cx-
pericnce. And when Ralph Loring walk
ed home with her in the gathering twi.
light, her happiness was complete. Mrs.
Loriug saw them depart with compla-
cent smile on her fair face.
ITS coming out just as hoped it
would she murmurcd, as they dissap-
peared.
What is coming out, Bessie p iuqur-
ed husband.
You'll see in good time was the
laughing response.
'Oh, you naughty match maker he ex.
claimed, playfully, shaking his finger at
her.
10 gazed after her hero with her soul
in her eyes, as he walked with light
springng steps down the grass-grown
road.
Ralph was indeed noble.lookng man.
tall and 1.-THE, with dark hair lying in
silkon waves on a well-shaped head, a
broad. white forehead, large, deep.blue
eyes, that burned black with excitement
and jetty mustache on his upper lip
Such was the description 10 gave her
mother; but of the indescribable some.
thing that graced every word and action,
she said nothing.
In about week Jo received bulky
package. On opening it, she found to
her surprise and joy, that it contained
'Peterson's magazine for the past two
years, and also the present, in their dainty
freshness and beauty. Were they indeed
her very own? Who could send them
And childish 10 cried for joy.
Mrs. Loriug was delighted, and also
mystifed
1T must be prince in Disguise she
said, half-laughing, half in earnest
halph was a constant visitor at Mr..
Bently's 1t was late in golden-sheaved
autumn, when he left for his city home.
The long winter passed quickly away to
10, as she sung about her work, and when
the sweet.hearted summer decked the
fields with fragrant blossoms sho booama
the bride of Ralph Loring
How is your protege, Maggie Dogher.
ty, and her mother? 2 asked Rslnh one
evening.
They are very WELL replied 10, look
ing up in surprise. But how did yol
know anything about them q
oh, once heard a conversation be.
tween you and her. and you gave her
the money which was going for that
cherished magazine
Then it was you that sent me those
magazines 7? cried 10.
Il thought you deserved something
replied Ralph, confusedly. Il fell in love
with your sweet face, my darling he
went Cd, tenderly, And vowed to win
you, if possible. Long may Peterson
and his magazine flourish for its owing
to him that | have the dearest little wife
in the world !"