St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1872-11-29


not he down for some time again." and
then he slammed the front door and ran
for the stage. | was quite indignant.
assure You.
Il didn't know the lords of creation
were capable of such small jraIousicS. q"
said Ri.
Ri had gone sleigh riding next morn
! ing when Mr.. RoSSitur called. and
can't tell You all the splendid things he
said-Tom would have called them
| SpOoncN things that brought bluShcS.
and made ones heart thrill for happi-
ness: thoughts so well put. so titlv
chosen. that they conveyed no SrISpi-
cIon of tiatterN, enhanced us they were
with lingering sweetness of the voice.
with glanceS that expressed more than
lips dare utter. with brief hcSitationS,
and that lovely melancholy of his. max
ing smiles like sunshine after IL storm.
and giving one the impression of Il
heart struggling gracefully to forget its
S"rroWS, 81 appealing to the ScmSibili-
ties of Il young and romantic girl.
How many drives and walks we had
together later, over the country roads.
into the green heart of winter woods.
returning home, rosy and bliSStullv
weary. to tea and toast in the little
back paIlor before the open CRATE, He
never ran up To x without re
mcmhcring lis. without bringing back
some nice micknacks; ball of purple
violctS to swing in the arch. il nest of
hollywood boxes painted in Wild flowers
To remind us of spring time. photographs
of foreign >plrndorS, and art Journals
that We liked. On his return he would
make the remark. carclcSsly enough. Il
met MIR. Nanrnguc 1T the bank to-day"
or Il dncd with Mr.. Vogue" or Il de
clincd an invitation to Mrs. GrundN's
ball for sweet >akc>."
One day the conversation turned up
on jewels, and wish You could have
heard the fine flncc> he had about
them; he WAS like the girl in the fairy
tale VIII" talks pearls and rubic>: So
that nothing must do hut must show
him my necklace that descended to me
from, don't know how many great
gIamdmuthcr>. bless their hearts A.
famous as that necklace which
'.Indlnr with trembling hand
Snttchrd from the wave f"r IIild"hr.md".
1t came originally from Venice. had
been presented at couIt, been ship
Wrecked. and had seen Il great deal of
life no duuht. 'CoII>in Chester thinks
II would Ice better converted into rail
WAY stock and paving dividends. He
has no regard tor dusty hcir-loom>. H.
hc calls them: they remind him too
strongly of mortality. But | like To
think of all this necklace has survived.
Just consider how many times il Clprr-
ed through Lady WaShn%tom'$ Reel.
how much love maxim" it has Witnessed.
how it has trcmhlcd with every beat ut
hearts that beat no more
''DcaI me ;" said III. ''Nuu are grttin"
pathetic: handkrrchirt> out.
And then We all laughed: and Ru>>i
tmr took it in his slender hands just a>
You have seen Il musician handle his
flN"ritr violin. and leaning slightly for
ward. Iln, 81 i, "I"'u liz urrh. In ii /
moment the Nh"lc coil WIS Slipping and
>limmrriug downward across thr folds .
of gown. like Il green and gold serpent.
when lrr caught it before reaching the
floor.
"Ah." hc said. "vhcm lnm drop Il
jewel. they SAY l"u lose Il friend. How .
i this the clasp iS hrokcnr"
"That happened Years ago" an
>Wcrcd.
''lt has never been worn since grand
mother llclthcrlci%h> day. Nou see :
She wore ii l." Lady Snmchndl'S ball
when she WIS abroad. and Just stepping
from the door to tho carriage. Il >tcalthl I.
hand reached ont of the darkness and
>iiatchcd at it. The thict only succeed /.
ed in lncll>in" the clasp.
And l"u You never wear il -
"NcNcr. We have. IA" suitable occ.-
>ionS here. Tom SAYS must wear il .
I" the country ball. and he will take
me.
And that takes place ;"
Next month. Dear, must send it .
to Tom Immediately. and have the t:r>-
tcnim& repaired. Won't it hc lovely /.
with white tullc. ri p
can Srr Mr.. Ru~>tur NOW. W here. he
stood III the bay window. his dark. .
handsome face with its rich c"lurng. its .
intense brown and vivid reds his Silkrn .
m"r>lachr that the light touched and .
enriched. curled just enough to look .
fine without appearing iinical. and Il
broad sunbeam striking sparks from his
eyes and Slanting across the jewels on
his hands. that seemed to hold the luS-
tire of the sea wave. the green magnih-
ccncc of centuries of summers, and then
to speak of the green Woodland places.
of clear brooks sliding over rlSh\ beds
bcncath June skies. of the first warm
breath of spring that, coINcS the crocuS
from its grave, and Furnishes The hedges
with leaf and blossom.
Then Mr.. RoSSitur made il movement.
and the sun fell like loving hand
across Ri's shoulder. and emtanglrd it
self in the webs of shining hair. until
each separate filamcnt was Il wcft of
red gold. ! remember wondering at
the time fit WAS the sun that made her
lids drop and the color deepen in Ri's
check. Could il have been any glance
of Rossitnrs that stirred the blood at
its source! ! never once dreamed of
such IL thing.
Il shall run down to " to-mor-
row. said Mr.. RoSSitur, after Il pause:
permit me the pleasure of hcing of
service to you. Allow me to carry
your nccklace-not to the icwelIrr-
but To Mr.. Field, your cousin"
"Oh, Mr.. ROSSitur. Will Won ?" |
cried. "Will You he bothered with it,
You are so kind. Iou see, | forgot to
give it to Tom when he was here last.
and there are no expresses between
here and y, and one hcsitatcs to
entrust such Il valuable to uncertain
and Tom may not come
again before its too late. Oh, Won will
ohlige me very much -
Il will give you receipt for it, said
he, shutting the case with snap, and
taking out his pencil.
.'What nonScnSc :" said Ri.
"Oh. not ut all. How do you know
that am trustworthy ?" he laughed.