Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-01-08
Miscellany
Hard Lines.

accounts Tor my being buried down here
in this quiet valley. There you neeu't
open your eyes quite so vide! Gne-"
"Yes, but really, Archie. eau hardly
believe it. And to Edith Hallam! De
you know how rich she is ?" interrupted
Mrs. Norton, looking in an unfcigned as
tOnishment at her handsome brother. who
had just electrified her by the above in
tclligence, told as cOOlly as Though it were
40 everyday occurrence in his life.
VI" e.. he answeard TO her question,
''or | should not have asked for her hand.
She is in New York, at presau', ond l
rusticate down here for fear of owl conse-
quences." H.. arr.rE
"Why, what do you nean?" asked
the lady, in amazement.
Simply that | might forget myself,
and be attentive to some other woman
when fair Edith was not by to remind me
fmy coming fate or, better still, that
may not got tired of her before the knot
is tied for it striks ne, Marjorie, that
one needs large amount of love to resign
himself to the prospect of seeing the same
face at the head Of his table until death
kindly signs the release. There! don't
look 50 shocked. Now good bye, little
woman" ... .... ..f .... H ..
But wait, Archie? who was the pret-
ty girl with you yesterday" .u
"Oh, the daughter of the lady with
whom board. will see you when YOU
go back to town. Now | must go, for
I've seven miles to ride" .......r.
Nodding gay farwcll, he left the
room, aud she saw him ride rapidly
down the avenue. AS the distance in.
creased between himself and the house he
had just left, he dropped his rein and lei
his horse choose his own pace. All the
light was gone from his face, his lips were
compressed, and as he rode on with droop'
ing head and distracted air, it was hard
believe him the sane man who, qua r.
ter of an hour before, had loungsd in hi.
sisters drawing-room, talking nonsense
after the fashion of the day. Rousing
himself at last, with an effort, he started
his horse, aud n,utterod | can't work,
won't, so only marriage with rich WON
an is loft. What wretch a man gets
to be after; however, it can't be help
ed, and he tried to laugh, but could no
succeed; tried to whistle, but that failed
also aud then, with an impatient shrug
he began again. "An artist Yes, coult
just earn bread enough to live on. Th'
little money my Father left me is almos
gone, and my debts--by he avens, it
enough to drive man crazy No, Ihav'
to marry sweet Edith woman deteSt ?
I With GESTURE as if he flung the subjcc
from him, he put spur to his horse, anC
in short time he hauled betOr ca littl,
farmhouse, nestled all by itself among th
mountains. AS the boy took his horse, I
wOman's voice called,
"ls that you, Mr.. Hunter 2"
Eyes, it is |, Mrs Jackson, tired, cole
and fearfully hungry" he returned, recog
nizing the voice Of the woman who owneC
the place. .s ssI. ,r.9 .r. "
"Come right in here, then. Thea
isn't fire in the sittipg-room."
Entering the room designated, he foun'
his hostess standing before a huge opel
fire. teuderly watching the contents of
frying-pan.
"It's turning right chilly, don't 20,
think so ?"
''Yes, quite. But where is Miss Pol
!, ly n" he rejoined, seating himself.
'.Hers she is. Do you want her ?" re
piled CIR lish voice, and the Polly i
question entered the room. and to tn
man whe was looking intently at her
seemed as though the apartment had sud
denly become bright.
''Pretty, Mrs. Morton had called her
and it was just the term for her; no
handsome, or beautiful, but pretty in ev
cry sense of the word. Gray eyes, cea
and bright as the sun itself, ripplin,
brown hair that would never be smooth
the sauciest red mouth and slightly re
J trousse nose, and hands whose shape al
the work she did could not spoil, howeve
much it might mar their color. Asimpls
unaffected little country girl, but on
whom it did you good to see, In this ag
of oung-ladyism. Looking at her, b,
said: s.f tas s. agaa ga sW
eAh, you are always at hand, like |
good fairy! Are you going to be m.
guide tomorrow 2" 4,liaes tan Il.
aOh, yes See. Aren't they perfect
gathered them to-day 10 the wood. In
going to group them SO they can bt
sketched tomorrow" she said, holding