The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1872-10-15
JOsephIne's "Peterson ~
BY II. J. WHITNEY.

BY f. j. WHITNEY.
"Oh, mother !" exclaimed Josephin,
Bently, on her return from a visit to tn,
new minister's wife. II really must hav,
Peterson this year
"What is Peterson q" inquired he
mother, with smile at the girls earnes
face.
"I know" spoke up George, ooy o
twelve. "It's thing to wear on youl
head !"
TO wear on your head p repeated
Josephine, laughing merrily. 'Why.yor
foolish boy, it's a magazine.
"Ha, ha!' laughed Mr.. Bently
That's pretty good for you George"
81 don't care" retorted tho boy. 4
heard Mat Ray ask Lucy Bright wha
that was on Mrs Loring's head, and sh,
said something about Peterson So
there J"
MRS. Loring knit lovely nubia, tax
ing the pattern from Peterson Why
mother, it's the splendidest book you evel
saw There's beautiful steel engraving
in front, then nice woodcuts a splendid
colored fashion-plate besides, all the new
style cloaks, bonnets, hats, ETC., etc. Anc
then there's music. Only think new
music every month, patterns of every thing
receipts, and-and I cant begin to tel
what else. Besides the stories-and suct
stories. | read some when Mrs. Lorins
was getting tea" pausing for want o
breath.
swell, my dear, how muca is this won
derful magazine ?" inquired her indulgen
father.
"Only dollar and half, in club
and two dollars siugly."
"Well, we'll, Jo, that's cheap enough
If have good lnok in harvesting, yor
shall have it."
JOS bright face clouded. Two dollar.
seemed quite sum to her For Jose.
phine Bent,y lived in small country
town, where money was comparatively
scarce, and where magazines were as
much Of n curiosity as white elephant
Mr.. and Mrs. Loring were city-born and
bred and when the young minister wa'
called to officiate at Wainbridgc, his wifi;
had her favorite magazine as usual.
10 planned and thought night and day
how she could get that splendid Peter
son. Mrs. noring seeing her admiration
of her favorite, kindly loaned the number
to her but 10, though delighted, was no
satisfied, she wanted Peterson herself
The fragrant summer days had turned
to pearls on Times necklace.
BE sure and come over Thursday, 10,
whispered Mrs. Loring, as they met al
church one Sunday. Ralph is coming
and want you to meet him.
10 blushed with pleasure. She had
heard great deal about Ralph Loring
He was promising young lawyer, frarI
and genial ; but to her, his greatest charm
was, that he wrote sketches for magazines
aud papers. Mrs. Loring had confiden
TALLY informed her of this long ago.
And now, was it real She was ac
tually going to spend an afternoon with ,
live author! Her heart almost beat t.
suffocation at the thought. The excellen
sermon fell unheeded on her ears, and sh,
went home as in a dream.
The eventful Thursday came at last
She dressed herself in her Sunday dress
a simple white muslin, and braided anC
uubraided her long, bright hair, feeling
very dissatisfied with the bright, darl
eyes, fair complexion, and rosy cheeks
that met her gaze in the small mirror.
She had saved every penny; and now
as she counted the small pieces of silver
she found to her great joy, that she hat
just enough for her cherished magazine.
There was no excuse to delay longer
and she started slowly for Mrs, Loring's
The sunlight ginted on the tree.top
like golden arrows of light, and the bird
thrilled the perfumed air with thei
songs.
Miss Josephine, called timid voice
breaking in upon her reverie.
Turning, she saw Maggie Dogherty tn
daughter of an Irish widow. Jo had OF
ten given her small presents, aud on
time, when she was i'll with fever, watch
ed night after night by her bedside
Maggie and her mother were very CRATE
iul, and looked upon her as almost a
angel.
well, Maggie, said 10, what is it 2
'Oh, Miss Josephine, my heart is brok
intirely with the throuble,' she replied
bursting into tears. My mother is dow
with the faver, and the landlord-ba
luck till him for cruelty-swares he'l
turn us out O. the bit cottage, if VIC don
pay the rint to-morrer. | was workir
till Mr.. Brights, and getting along mic
as could be, when had to 60 home. TIL
cows gone, and the pigs gone. and-an
-" breaking down.
Don't cry Maggie, said 10. cousoliug
ly. Il will help you what eau, Here
two dollars, signing softly. Il wish
was more, but it is all | have. To-mol
row will come and see you
May the Virgin bless your swate face
and give you long life ann happiness b,
gan the girl, gratefully.
But 10 checked her thanks, and bad
her cheerful good.by. But when Mag
gle disappeared, 10 sank down by th
roadside and burst into food of tears.
'Ah ! she sobbed, Il cannot have tina
beautiful magazine now, after all. as muc
M I uantad n Wall - oaa,, - lol.o.