Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1872-12-06

any sort Of female creature7 Did you
ever know mo to be conscious whether a
woman had on a shawl or swellow tailed
coat"
Maria collapsed the blue eyes behind lit
tie pocket handkerchief, and Henry the saw
age, banged tie door loud enough TO give
Betty in the kitchen a nervous start.
"Raining again | do believe we are 60
ing to have a second edition Of the delugc,"
said Mr. Edge to himself that evening, as he
ensoonced his six feet Of iniquity into the
southwest corner of the car at City Hall.
"Go ahead conductor, can't you see we are
full, and il is dark alreadyH"
"In one minute, SIR" said the conductor,
as he helped a little woman, with a basket,
on board. "Now, sir, move up little, if
you please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable,
and did not want to move; but the light of
the lamp falling on the pearly forehead and
shining golden hair Of tho conner, he altered
his mind and moved up.
"What lovely eyes," quoth he, mentally,
as he bestowed single acknowledging smile,
"Red violet, the very color l most admire !
Bless me what business have married men
like me to be thinking about eyesH There,
she has drawn COMPOUNDED veil over her
face, and the light is as dim as tallow dip;
but those are pretty eyes"
The fair possessor of those blue eyes shiv-
cred slightly, aud drew her mantilla close
around her shoulders.
Are you not cold, Miss Pray honor
Inc by wearing my shawl do not need il
myself"
She did not refuse-she murmured some
faint apology for troubling him, but it was
not refusal.
mo trouble--not bit" said he, arrang-
ing it on her tempting shoulders and then
as the young lady handed her fare to the
conductor, he said to himself-"Whata slen.
der little hand! If there is anything l adj
mire in a woman, it is pretty hand. Won
der what kind of a mouth she has got? II
must be a delightful one il it corresponds
with her hair and eyes-plague take the
veil.
But "Plague," whoever that mystica
power may e, did not take possession of the
veil, so Mr.. Edges curiosity about the blue
eyed damsel remained unsatis6ed
"Have you room enough, Miss ? feai
you are crowded. Pray sit a little close
to me-
THANK you sir" was the soft reply com
ing from behind the veil-as Mr.. Edge re
Aected-like an angel from dark cloud
And his heart gave large thump as tn
pretty shoulders touched his own shagg,
overcoat in hesitating sort of way.
Decidedly, this is getting quite roman
tic" thought he, and then with an audib
whisper, "what would Maria say?"
The rest of that long dreary ride was de
licious with the shoulders against his own
How CALAMITY he jumped up to pull tn
strap for her, by some streak it happened t.
be in the same street he intended to stop
And under the circumstances we hardl,
blame him, when the cars stopped so sud
denly that she caught at his arm, for tn
squeeze he gave the plump, rosy hand, an
man OF sense would have done the same,
was such an inviting little lily.
ALLOW me to carry your basket, Miss a
your path lies in the same direction" sal
Mr.. Edge, curiously relieving her of her bul
den as he spoke "and-and-maybe you
find less difficulty if you take my arm.
Well, wasn't it delightful Mr.. Edg
forgot the wet streets and pitchy darkness
he thought he was walking on roses. Or
ly as he approached his door he began
feel little nervous, aud wished the lit
incognito would not hold on so tight SUI
pose Maria would be at the window, on Ii
lookout, as she often was, how would she il
terpret matters He couldn't make her b,
lieve that he only wanted to be polite to tn
fair traveller. Besides, his sweeping deca
atoms in the morning-she would be sure
recall them.
As he stopped at the right number an
babe her adieu, he was astonished to see h,
likewise run up the steps to enter. Graciol
It Apollo He burst into cold perspratiC
IS at the IDEA Of the young Iadys error
l. 81 think you have made mistake, Mis-
II this cant be your house"
It But he was too late-she wis already
e the brilliant lighted hall, and turning rour
: threw off her dripping habiiments and mac
l. a low courtesy
n "Why, it's my wife," gasped Mr.. Edge.
II "And happy to see that you have n
1t forgotten all your galantry towards us |
dies, pursued the merciless little puSs, h
o blue eyes they were pretty all in dan
J. with suppressed rOguery.
Edge looked from ceiling to floor in val
Is search was unavailing.
'e "Well," he said in the most sheepish
y tones ats the first time | was ever poll
Is to lady in the cars, and hang me if
10 shan't be the very last"
"You see, my dear" said the estate Ii
1t tie lady, 81 didn't expect to be delayed
e. long, and had not any idea l should me
s. with such attention in the cars and tn
from my husband too Goodness graciol
Is how Aunt Priscilla will enjoy the joke"
off you tell that old harry, will new
hear the last of it," said Edge, in desper
Is finn