The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1873-05-29

portant that they should hold"
"W hat in natur are you drivir
at, Liz?' inquired poor Dick,
genuine look of wonder over
spreading his face. But before
his companion could have time to
reply, the door of the sitting room
softly opened, and yonng lady
apparently very deep in though,
and very much troubled in spirit
for her eyes were red and heavy
with weeping, appeared On the
threshold.
"What is it, Flory9" said Liz,
scooping the white suds from her
strong, red arms, and with such q
little thrill of tenderness in her
voice, that the peddler involun-
tarily turned to sec what il could
mean, and then remembering his
manners, said hastily
"Good morning, Miss Avery,
Hope you're WELL"
The young lady gave a little
start of surprise, and then recov-
ering herself, said with considera.
bic annoyance in her tone:-
"l'm quite well, thank you,
Dick. ! thought you were alone,
Liz" and Immediately left the
kitchen.
SNOW what's the matter with
her 2" inquired the tin merchant.
"Gollyl ain,t she heen bawling,
though! l tell you what tits, Liz,
IL feller wants to know the Sc
crets of families, all he's got to do
is to turn tin peddler.
"And lie," added Liz,punching
the clothes in the boiler with such
force as to send the scalding suds
in Dlck'simmediate neighborhood
causing said gentleman to change
his quarters without loss of time.
"Say, now, what is it that ails
the gal, Liz? 1 won't say word
about it to nobody. III do shoot
mep'
"llow long did You say you'd
been travelling round this coun-
try q asked Liz, with a comical
twinkle of her comical eyes.
"Nigh about twelve years.
Why?'
"Because il seems to me pretty
near time that you should learnt
that wimmen folks is wimmen
folks; and when you'll find me a
woman that don't have her crying
spells I'll find you tin peddler
that minds his own business"
Thank ye, marm,' replied Dick,
dryly. "Have queer sort of an
idce, somehow, that last remark
10 Intended for me. All day,
Liz. Hope the next time I'm
round you'll be better natured." "
Not word answered LIZ. The
peddler jumped into his cart and
drove away; and in and ont of
the suds went those stalwart arms
the muscular and ungainly form
keeping time to the quick and de-
fant music of the rub board.
"Oh, he's gone | am SO glad!"
And now the graceful figure came
softly out again and crept close to
the side of the busy woman.
81 want You to read my letter,
Liz the one | have just written
to him."
swell, who's him? There are
two on 'cm, You know" replied
Liz, quietly, and with a great self
possession.
"Yes, Liz" and now the bcaut-
ifnl brown eyes again overAowed,
and the sobbing child drew still
nearer as she whispered:-
"But there is only one l could
write to, Of course, even it knew
where he was" with an accent on
the personal pronoun that told it's
own story.
"Then what you mean to tell
me is that you have just written a
letter to Hiram Scovillcp
ayes, Liz"
"Wal, 60 on"
"Don't look at me, Liz, while |
read it. l just said this. You
know how father and mother
have Leen taking on lately : call
ing me rndutiful, and headstrong,
and obstinate, and saying that /
meant to break their heartsl"
"Is this in the letter!" quesied
Liz.
"No; | am saying this to you.
You know, deary, how hard my
life has been for the last six
months-well, ever since"
ayes, Flory, | know all about
it. Now read the letter before
anybody comes in"
0Doar friand Hiram cama