Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-10-31

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All there is no woman in the world
that can witness the DETECTION of an
sold beau" without something of a
pang, be she married or single.
Dorothy Pearl held one hand
tightly over her breast, as she glid-
ed across the room to Patty.
"Patty, isn't 1t almost time to look
after those pies (" she said. And
in the same breath she put her arm
round Patty's shoulder, and drop
ped soft shadowy kiss on her
cheek. ''.''.
"Patty," she WHISPERED. "I am
glad for your sake darling. o, Pat.
ty! l hope you will be happy"
Patty did not feel very happy,
however. But then, as Farmer
Pearl sagaciously remarked: "Gals
is so dreadful onsarten, you can't
never tell which way they're going
to jump"
So the Sunday morning dawned,
chill and gray, over the village and
the bleak autumn woods.
WELL" said the farmer brushing
his iron gray hair back from
wrinkled forehead that had faced
the storms of sixty four years. "Pll
bring 'em from church with me, if
you gals won't neither on you go.
Where's the big blue umbrella ? it's
besinnin to rain like the old boy
I'm kinder % sorry that long-legged
brother of Reuben Mitchell's is COM
in'-I shan't know what on earth to
say to him, for Deacon Jameson
says he's great on Greek and Latin,
and is studin' up for minister
P'raps, though, Reub, brings him
along to do the polite to Dolly,
while he's a courtin' of Patty
Reub. always was far sighted
feller."
And Farmer Pearl departed,
chuckling to himself, under the
spreading canopy Of the "blue UNI
brella."
"Oh, Aunt Dorothy! are they
comingY7
The "best room," with it's brilliant
rag carpet, and white muslin cur
tains, shadowed with led-berried
asparagus, was gaily decorated with
punches of deep purple dahlias, re-
lieved by autumn leaves, and sprigs
of cedar, while just beyond the open
door, you caught glimpse of the
festive Sunday table, covered with
shining birdseye damask, and gar
nished with .jellies, pickles and con-
serves. known only to New England
housekeepers.
Dorothy Pearl shaded her eyes
with the book she had in vain been
trying to read, and looked across
the russell meadows, to whore a bit |
of road was visible, below the great |
red barn.
80, l see them-I see them," |
faltered Patty, changing from red to
white, and shrinking away from her
aunt's side. While Dorothy stood
as still as if she had been carved in
marble.
"It's all right" roared Farmer
Pearl, bursting into the room at
least a yard in advance of his guests.
"Reub and Eve fixed it, just as clear
as a quill. Come in Reub come
in. Mr.. Hen-ery Mitchell, sir, if
you please! Dolly, this is Mr.. Hen
ry Reuben-no, l mean Mr.. Mitch
ell's Hen-ry-no, Pm blessed if l
can tell what l dew mean Only
what 1 would say, is Reub.'s broth
er Hen--ry y
The farmer made a sndden dive
for the woodshed, where they could
hear him roaring out great gusty
peals of laughter, and stamping
round like one possessed,
Reuben Mitchell took both DorO-
thy's hands in his, and looked into
her soft eyes tenderly, as he had
been wont to look years since.
"Your brother has given his full
and cordial consent, my little Dot"
he said gently. "Will you, too, say
yes ?"
"Certainly say yes" she return
ed frankly.
He passed his arm with a cares.
sing touch round her shoulder.
"My dear little sweetheart of long
agow
"Mr. Mitchell y faltered Dolly,
shrinking away from him, "this is
scarcely what should expect from
Patty's betrothed husbandw
Reuben raised his eyebrows.
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