St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1873-04-04

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limb would glow as with sudden resur-
rection: knew the special meadow
whose daisy drift whitened us it round
ed >kyward such an hour shadows
| gathered in hollow and hedge, trans
| figured it with strange, uncanmy mean
| ing, and the quiet meadow sailed out
i'll mist and night fall, ii solitary island,
rising sole above vanishing world.
Sometimes | strolled down after mill
time to watch the rcd-shirted laboreIs
in II field, or the sturdy Dutchwomcn
| i'll their short hlucgray skirts and
clumsy shoes. working late and diligent
i'll the potato patch or the long, straight
rows of beet beds. These things made
| pictures for me, which | often walked Il
mile OF two out of my way to get il
glimpse of. Occasionally took cir
cuitouS route home along the mill-stream
crossing by the lower bridge. This
took me past Il certain outlying and
neglected field of the great Darby farm.
At the further end of this field lay d
shaded little pool, whose clear, still
waters reflected the gray and moss OF
! the old stone fence, the gray and moss
of the Struggling Wild willow over
| hanging it, and IL rift of the blue SIX
/ beyond. Denis Oven often passed
| through this hit of waste on his way
| from the further wheat or corn fields.
/ | had seen him sometimes with his rake
on his shoulder go whi>tling 10y as | sat
there unseen. 1t pleased me To see him
| thriving; | had Il certain secret sense
of property in him. This was my
tramp" whom | had picked up by the
road>idc-my one special hcncvolcnce
tall full-Srown. and taking comcly
shape.
One day. returning from the mill,
sat down III this sheltered niche to rest
Mounting the bricr grown hedge. took
my luncheon from my pocket. having
for some reason neglected to eat il
/ during the day. just beyond this stony
/ patch of waste land. Farmer Darby :
corn field caught the sunlight: Il little
later should see the sun drop lingcr-
ing and loath behind that low line OF
far blue hills. 1t WAS Il good place to
rest ones self i'll after the Clattcr of the
mill. the chatter of the girls, and the
wcalimc>s of il long day indoors.
As sat thus. hli>>tul. quir>cent. alb
sorhcd i'll the peaceful scene. some one
came up with IL great bucket i'll either
hand To dlaW water fur the cattle il
WAS Denis Owen. He nodded to me Il,
if il were the most natural thing i'll til,
world tu see me sitting there. Thought
he looked hot and tired.
''Nhy do You work So hard ?" said |
"Wh> do ," he repeated
"Ay." said |. calmly mmnching my
seed cake. and glancing 1T the far pur
pie line of hills. the mist rising to vel
them. the evening splcndOr coming or
-'and 80 late ," | added. II wouldm'
work like Il prisoner for any man.
Farmer Darby had the reputation a
being Il hard taSk-naster. il CLOSE listed
just, cXactIng nature.
had been IL prisoner III the mill al
day myself. hut | felt like Il vagram
princess just then. sitting at leisure
with the sun shining on me, and tn,
glory of twilight illumining my idl,
muod.
The man stopped abruptly, looking
me straight i'll the face y fell an,
dangerous light >hunc in the iris of hi
Stiauge eye. like the Suddrn showing q
Il dalk lantern: for moment | tcl
afraid of him.
"lnu don't know what youl'rc talk
ing about. imagine" was his sole re
i"imdcr.
The words and the gtancc were III
>tAntHncoI>. he stopped I" pick up tht
dripping buckets. and without turthc
word or look Went his way.
The blood rose To my face | felt re-
huil;cd and humiliatcd, and stcppim!
down from my perch. walked >ilemtl,
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