Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1873-08-25

e0, ne sent Tor me and i went and
brought you here. You were out of your
head then, poor dear, and so didn't suf-
fer SO much, hope. There, that's all;
and l do hope | shall never have to
speak ont again.
"And there was nothing of papa's for
tune left, nothing?' said the girl, in
low, sad voice.
mo, deary; but I wouldn't think
about it, because | want you to get we'll
as soon as you can,' answered Aunt
Hester, patting the shapely head with
sreat dool Of affeotivn. --Vvu'it cnjoy
yourself here, when the weather gets
warm, and you'll see much that's new to
you. It'll be much better than being
geverncss in the city, among them that
you used to be on a level with. I said
at first I'd have none of that, and I'll
keep my word. My birdie shan't be
plagued by anybody
And off came the glasses again, to be
wiped, and the earnest old eyes to be
cleared of tears. This rude, but natural
love sank deep into Pauline's heart, and
leaning her head upon the old lady's
knees, she wept softly.
LET the poor thing cry-it'll do her
good; it's much better than to see her
so pale and still, and looking for all the
world as if she was going to die every
minute mused Aunt Hester, gazing
down upon her sympathetically.
Time went on; the influence of Paul
ines illness had passed, and every event
came back to her mind with distinctness.
1t was strange realization. She, the
naughty, proud belle, here in farm
house, dependent upon her fathers sis
ter, and that father dead. And Her.
man, where was he? She trembled,
sighed YEARLY, and passing her hands
across her brow, moved slowly out upon
the lawn. The sun was sinking to rest,
and the western horizon was dyed with
crimson and gold. The gentle south
wind brought the odor of wild violets in
its breath, aud the birds were singing
their evening hymns upon the tree-tops.
Pauline sat down in rustic chair, and
folding her hands, gazed upon the pas
toral scene with something like wonder.
At times her life seemed like vision,
rronu WINCH netsot awake. ACROSS
the garden she looked now, and saw, IL
the lane beyond, the COWS coming home
and heard the bleating of the calves ii
the barn, and the shrill voices of the
cocks, as they went to their roost. The1
she rested her face upon her hands, an(
directed her eyes to the green grass
and in doing so, she saw her calico dres
and her thick boots. An expression o
surprise went over her face.
"Yes, tbs l. Pauline Seaton It's al
true, but oh, Heaven! shall ever lear
to realize it t? Shall | ever become &C
customed to myself as dm-shall
ever forget myself as l s0as? 1t ma,
be for the best. | must think it is, Q
[ shall lose my reason"
"It's kind o pleasant twilight, Mis-
Pauline ?''
The words were uttered in coars'
but kindly voice. The maiden locke
up. and beheld Enoch Bangs, one of th
farm-hands, leaning on his hoe, b
| bright blue eyes bent upon her admit
: ingly. There was something in tho'
eyes that recalled old memories, and {
: Pauline had spoken to their possess
, occasionally. He called her Paulin
4 too, while all the others afflicted h
l with polly"
: "Yes, Enoch," she answered mecha
e ically, s'Are you very tired tonight
9 ..No. Miss Pauline. not very, thoue
: I've hoed master sight to-day" he I
d joined, with a quirk of his head pecu
r ar to him.
n She nodded and smiled family, al
d then, went to help her aunt get suppt
e Employment she must have, and an
). thing she could do she took hold of wi
IS avidity; it served to keep her mi
: from herself and the past, and that W
t. the great desideratum. What would
g bellies and beauxs of New York have
say. to have seen the queenly PAUL.
Seaton in the midst of brood of chic
1t ems, feeding the dough to them with
to own hands?
y, June came-June, with its roses
ce all kinds and hucs, Twas evening !;
re fields were silvered. with moonlight
ht light breeze mitigated the summer he;
o. the whippoorwil's weird song echc
We from the forest on valley and hill. Pa
inc, in white dress and crimson S;
to sat on the lawn, meditating Presen
er Enoch, rcsplendent in white pants 9
ne vest, with dark coat, came out and t,
in seat by her side She was glad of
ad presence; he wonld aInuse her.
ry '.You are locking finely to mig
Enoch'
it. ..ihank you, Miss Pauline | dc
N, believe you'd say that, if you die
Ter mean it.
ne She smiled to herself But she
told the truth; he did look we'll,
re, she wondered at it.