The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-05-30

BY CHARLES j. cu\rrlllp

BY CHARLES =. ciIArFlLLp.
"a most unpoetic theme, promising lit
tie save steam and combination Of Mon
dayish odors;" say you, oh faithful reader.
who, having conscientiously pal your sub
scripton and filed your receipt seek to CLEAN
from these pages instruction and amusc-
ment?
Didst you ever pass on the windward
side of Il pearl oyster, just ready for the
knife of the seeker for hid treasures?
No!
Then you may fail to appreciate the fact
that your hasty decision is by no means
based upon Il logical course of reasoning.
Carrie Allen would have agreed with YOU
though, as, on sultry morning in July
she toiled over wash board under great
apple tree in the back yard Her plump
arm suffered little by contrast with the
soapy foam which she so vigorously con
jured up until it rose nearly to Il level with
the top of her tub, and the cearness of
her complexion proved that she had been
reared in family where the pork barrel
was not the Alpha and Omega of dctetics.
Doty washers and Universal wringers
were deemed useless waste of money by
Farmer Allen, whose mother and grand
mother had never used them, and hence
they found no place in his household
The line full of half-dried garments, ana
the pile of bed and table linen IN the NAM
moth basket by her side, bore witness 20
the industry OF the girl who, a. she gave
the last twist to snowy Counterpart and
turned to place it among its fellows. was
surprised to find Il stranger regarding her
movements.
His step upon the velvet turf of the old
farm yard, had been so light as to render
her unconscious of his approach, and her
color heightened as, removing his broad
brimmed straw hat, he said;
II beg your pardon, Miss, am in search
of trout stream, which ! was told at the
station lay somewhere in this direction ::
may trouble you for some information in
regard to "
1.-The little stream among the hazels yon-
der must be the one | think" replied she
in courteous Tone CHANGING toward belt
of dark green, that sliirted the further side
of a meadow, behind the farm buildings;
''my brother sometimes fishes in it further
up the glen; trout seldom come down as far
as this"
"a college chum of mine used to live
somewhere in this neighborhood. he re-
marked apparently less anxious to pursue
pscatorlal adventure than to continue the
conversation 81 should be glad if YOU
could tell me whether Harvey Allen is at
home"
Gle is SIR she said smiling; Harvey
Allen is my brother. He is at work some
where on the farm
"Johnnie, Johnnie - she called to little
boy who was approaching from the dircc-
ton Of the barn, with half rimless palm
leaf filled with eggs. "Where are they
working this forenoon?"
''Cradlin' up on the hill lot" answered
the youngster scratching the turf with the
toes of one bare foot, while poised upon
the other, he viewed the elegant fishing
rod of the stranger with pen-mouthed adj
miration.
$50 up and tell Harvey that gentle
man wishes to see him. John moved at n
slow pace towards the house, casting every
now and then glance at the wonderful
fishing rod. llurrying back as soon as he
had emptied his hat, he began; ''Now. Sis,
pa is awfully busy, and ! can catch more
fish than larvey can; know where is
some regular busters"
The stranger laughed.
Carrie blushed at JOhnnic's ill-tmcd re-
mark, and babe him go tor his brother.
Seeing that she was in earnest, he start
cd Off ut brisk pace not even looking
back until he reached the first fence
''If You will step into the house, sir, my
brother will be here very SOON" said she,
unpinnng her sleeves, and rolling them
down as she spoke.
'Witl your permission then, will wait
for him here" he replied, seating himself
upon the tongue of wagon drawn in front
of the corn crib.
Pray do not let me disturb you in the
least"
Then | will so on with my washing
and take you at your word" was her pleas
ant rejoinder, as she turned to her tub and
resumed her task.
George Merrill watched and wondered
Here was simple country girl, as mucl
at her ease, beside wash tub in her faith
er's yard, as though he had been thousand
miles distant, instead of noting every turr
of her nmble fingers. TO be sure she wa,
Aliens sister, and Allen had plenty of goo(
sense and genuine manlincss about him
bnt then the young women whom he hat
known had not the strength, even if they
had feen inclined, to rush Il washing in thai
fashion, What would either of his three
butterfly sisters say to such tax upon hel
vitality, supposing her pride would permit
her to attempt 1t! lie had heard his mother
boast OF such feats performed in grlhood
before her removal to the city and he