Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1873-06-27
BRATTLEBORO, VT, FRIDAY, JUNE 27, 1873.

was SuOrt, anu tne lne HlSu up, anu tno
wind blowing gale. 1t was certainly a
| provoking wind. 1t blew Sues sun-bon-
net off, and her curly brown hair into all
sorts of tanges and tousles, and the table
cloth she was trying to hang up kept flap
| ping back all over her. She stood on tip
toe, straining her arms up, and struggling
in vain with the refractory table-cloth.
"Lot me help you, Susan," said pleas
ant, manly voice. Sue extricated herself
| from the mazes of the table-cloth to find
| Charlie Goodman beside her. Charlie was
working in his south lot, which Joined the
Whtaker's garden, and seeing his neigh
bor's distress had come TO the rescue lik o
| the kind-hearted fellow he was.
"Oh, thank you, Charlie" said Sue with
perhaps more color in her checks than the
wind was solely responsible for. 1t was so
veAatious to be caught looking so! And
Sue hastened to roll down her sleeves, and
| conceal her bushes under her sun bonnet,
while Charlie hung up the table-cloth and
| let the line down within her reach
1t is as pleasant for a woman to be helped
as for a man to help. Sue felt quite glow
of gratitude to Charlie.
"How nice It is to be tall ~ she said
'Tm ever so much obliged to you"
"Not at all. I am glad to do it. A little
body like you ought always to have tall
man round somewhere handy, to help
her." said Charlie, looking not unadmr-
ly down on the flushed face and tangled
brown curls under the sun bonnet.
"Nonsense, Charlier' said Sue, slyly,
STOPPING to pick up clothes-pin.
Charlie went back 10 his work, wonder
ing he had never noticed before what a
pretty girl Sue Whitaker was.
Somehow, Charlie found q great deal TO
do in the south lot that fall. Any deficiency
on his part, hitherto, in noticing Susan,
was more than atoned for now. He al
ways had an eye out in the direction of the
Whitaker mansion. The number of er-
rands he discovered that necesstated his
lust running over' there, was truly sur
prising. OF course, he was often thirsty,
and obliged to step into the kitchen for a
drink of water. Then, nothing could be
more natural than that he should stop and
chat few minutes with Sue
Rogers might often have found pleas
ing model for statuette group illustrative
of New England life, in the Whitaker
kitchen, consisting of Sue in big bib
apron, that only served to set off her plump
rounded form, with sleeves rolled up, a
pie-plate gracefully poised on one little
hand, with the other deftly cutting the
edges of the crust, listening with rosy
cheeks and dowpcast eyes 10 Charlie. who
looks manly and hand some in spite of his
shirt sleeves and overalls, as he leans,
straw hat in hand, against the pump, and
talks with his lips, of the weather, perhaps,
with his eyes of far different topics.
The interest Charlie took in Mrs. Whita-
kcr's health was truly touching. He call
| ed so often to inquire for her, and listened
so politely to all her symptoms, that Mrs.
w hitaker took great fancy to him, and
was always telling every one what re-
| markably nice young man Charlie Good
man was on which occasion Sue general
| ly disc overed she had an errand out in the
| kitchen, or anywhere out of the room. In
short, Charlie not only loved his neighbor
as himself, but great deal better.
AS for Sue, the memory of the young
scho ol-master had faded like morning
| dream. She came to see such an interest
in Charles prosperity that, rather than
have him waste so much time, she consent
ed, in the spring, to move permanently
over to the Goodman house. She made as
brisk and blooming matron as one often
sees, and "they lived happy forever aller-
| l.
a world which sometimes has sharp trials
for even the most loving and united hearts
If any one still asks what cured Susan, !
shall reply by quoting Miss Alcott: Glove
and labor, two beautiful old fashions that
began long ago, with the first pairin Eden"