The Van Buren press., 1873-09-30

Diu JHcie Auutf nave any iafniiJ !
l asked, after short silence
al believe he had. They moved ava,
from the place, and both he and his wifi,
died young. Abbey always kept up hsl
friendship with Penelope; but l asked
her never to say anything about them ir
her letters. When you are in Vermont
Abner, you must go to see Aunt Abbey.
"Well. l went to college, and much te
my delight, | entered in the Sophomore
year. got through my first two year,
with credit; and, in nv second summer
l determined to take Paulet in my way
and &c to see Aunt abbey.
+" Paulet is a very queer little place
with more ups and downs, and woodet
mountain sides, and running brooks. thar
ever saw before. Aunt Abbey lived il
a tiny red house, just where the littl'
Paulet river runs across the road, snc
turns, at almost a right angle. to il
former course. just in front is higl
rocky ledge, at the base OF which the rlr
er flows for some distance, and then. di
rectly under high srched bridge, pour:
down some thirty feet in pretty little
fall.
"Aunt Abbey gave me a warm vel
come She was widow, much Older
than my mother, and live in little red
house with her daughter Malvina,a cheer
ful, sensible old maid, with learning
enough for college professor. OF course
we had everything to talk about; and
made acquaintance with host Of new
cousins, both Iloyts and Maryins, ! OBJ
served that almost everybody who called
asked about Penelope; and the answer
always was, that Penelope was over at
Deacon Bakers, weaving.
"'Who is Penelope 2 asked, at last,
OF my cousin Malvipa.
"'Oh, Penelope Winder well, she s
a kind of adopted child of ours She S
an orphan and when her step father
died she hadn't any home, and her moth
er was great friend of ma's-so she
came to US We would like 20
keep her with us all the time, but she has
very Independent feelings, Pen has, and
likes to support herself, She's a splen-
did hand at all kinds OF weaving, and
folks send for her far and near But she
makes her home with us, and as she is
to come home Saturday, we'll hitch up
old bay, and go after her,
81 was pretty well disposed to like
Penelope beforehand; and when young
Doctor Amber, who WAS the beau OF the
place, asked Malyina when Miss Wlnder
was expected, felt tina! he had taken an
liberty. When saw Pen
elopc, understood the reason. / felt at
once that we were made for each other; Z;
md | have never changed my mind In
a weeks time we were as well acquainted
rs if we had known eac.i other for years,
md in three weeks we were engaged.
"It was very imprudent in me! !! said
ny mother in-law, demurely; IL don't
Snow how | came to do so.
"Nor /! never could guess. Well,
Aunt Abbey and Malvina both looked
roubled when we told them Of it.
"'Tm afraid it won't do, children,
aid my aunt | am indeed. Perhaps
ought to have forcseen and prevented
t. You have heard Of your uncle Alb
,er?"
Mother mentioned him to me, once
replied but she cautioned me never
o speak of him to father.
"Just so. / was afraid it was that
vay, said Aunt Abbey How folks can
'e so inveteratc, don't know. Well
'snelepc, here, is your uncle's only child.
gu see, her mother married again after
lis death She was left kind of forlorn
With this baby. and asked her to come
nd stay the winter with me. Old Ma
or Winder he took great fancy to her,
/ suppose it was natural
nough.
Natural for some folks, said Nal
ina, with emphasis.
"'Wcll, anyhow, tho old man was very
.ood to her, and gave the child good
ducation But, you see, he never made
will. used to talk to him about it,
nd he always said ho meant 10 provide
or. Penelope. But he was taken sudden
Y one day, and the daughter by the first
marriage, who never could abide Pene
ope nor her mother
"'Nor, anybody else, but herself, in
crrupted Penelope. j never could un.
erstand how she could be Father Win.
er's daughter.
"'She wasn't much Ike him, that's Ger
ain (; for sweeter tempered old gentle
nan never lived, continued my aunt.
Anyhow she took everything; Pen had
ard work to get even her own mothers
hings. However, she did get them at
asst, and then she cane to us. When
ler own father died, did write letter
q your father unknown to Penelope
mt such letter rs he sent me. j never
Jared lot your mother see it, Pom, but I'll
how it to you both now.
$50 she did 1t was a bitter. hard
ettcr-- and cruel and unforgiving. Ny
heeks burned with anger and shame
ghen read it. Penelope did not say
rord at first, but presently she brighten
d up.
"'Aant Abbey, said she; 'if I could
ee Uncle Nathan, am sure Ia make
lin like me in spite OF himself
Il bclove you would, said /.
"Well, don't know--yovr father is
|rcadful set, said my aunt. Anyhow,
\bner, you owe everything to your faith
II, and you ought MOTTO go against him.
"'Aunt Abbey is right, said Pene'
opc, after a little pause it wont do,
ibner. We must give 1t up for tho
,resent.
81 was very unhappy at tho idea, and
dare say said many foolish things
"That you did J" interrupted my moth
n.