Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-06-27

THAT doesn't follow, ny any
means.
"Matty, what do You mean p
And Mrs. Playtair, in Il myStcri'
ons series Of whispers, with mis-.
chicvouS eyes. and an air of infinite
cSpicglcrie, told her brother what
she meant
Il declare" cried the Squire, Civ
ing the old claw footed mahogany
table a rcsonnding slap,"you women
do beat ALL"
1t was a glorious winter twilight,
when Herbert Slick reached the Co.
dars the sky beltcl with orange
brightness, the moon Just steering
her silver crescent into view above
the western woods, while the state
" evergreens, veilcd and mantled
in erminc whitencSs, kept guard
around the old, red brick mansion.
And it seemed scarcely an instant
from the time in which the old brass
knOckcr sounded Il summons, before
he was in the old hall, his uncle
shaking his hand, Aunt Matty help.
ing to remove his fur mutfiings. and
four ofthe prettiest girls he had ever
seen gathered around the fire.
care all these my cousins ?" said
Herbert, internally, congratulating
himself upon this new wealth of rel.
atives.
"No such good luck, my boy!'
said Uncle Slick, chuckling. "Amy
and Clara, come here and kiss your
cousin. Nonsense, nonsense; no
shyness here! We're all one tami-
ly remember. These yellow haired
lassies are their visitors, Lizzie and
Lucy SaXon.'
And so Herbert became acquaint
ed all round.
Miss Amy Slick was a tall grace
full girl, with great dreamy eyes,
and tremendous aptitude for poet
ical quotations. Clara was bru.
nette, altogether on a smaller pat,
tern, who laughed and danced about
as il the world were all an amusing
joke. Miss Lizzie Saxon was a light
haird beauty, with cherry cheeks
and the NEST bewitching Of smiles !;
while Lucy-Well, Mr.. Herbert 81
lex came to the conclusion that Lucy
wasn't pretty at all. Too pale, too
too shy :; yet Herbert thought
of her, after he had retired to rest
that night, twice as often as he did
Of any of the others.
"My cousin Clara is certa My tile
prettlest of the lot" thought Her
bert. "Heigilo ! it's pity Il fellow
couldn't marry'm all. I'll do my
best to please Uncle Slick, and fall
in love with Clara
But love and laughter do not al.
ways harmonize. Pretty Clara
Slick was the most charming of
for half an hour, but
when Herbert came to consider it as
4 life question, it was quite another
thing. And Amy was little tire
some with her scrap-boCks, and her
poetry, and her reveries. Lizzie
Saxon was well enough, but Lizzie
seemed to be one Of those young
adicS who are made to be looked at
only, and had not great deal to say
If herself. And as for Lucy
"Tell me, Lucy, what's the reason
you won't go with us to morrow ?"
BERTHE Slick had fairly caught the
little shy damsel on the broad val
tut stairs, where the bars of moon
light form the diamond paned Goth
c window made the floor look as if
t were inlaid with mother of pearl.
She could not escape him, although
she tried desperately.
"I-l would rather not, Herbert"
''But why is it? You are fond
# skating p he demanded.
81 like it sometimes" she answer
At, hanging down her head like Il
lily of the valley.
"Promise me that you will go.'
But Lucy only shook her head.
"Lucy, have | said or done any.
hing to offend you ~ Berlie asked,
owering his voice, and coming "A
title nearer. ;
"You! Oh, Herbert, no."
"Then why are you so cold and
ny to me p
"Am | :"
"YOu know that you are" ;
81 didn't mean it, indeed" she
esitated; ''but-"
"Well. what is the 'but 2 Come. .
lucy, you shall not escape me now.
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