Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1874-09-18

with u pcar-hcaded javclin, while move
lay in her lap.
What an awful fte Observed her brother
carelessly. Where's the amethyst silkp
OH ! wore That TO thOir last reception.
And the pink crapop
look like an owl in pink. | was goose
over TO buy that silk.
The Nile green silk with the white nounc-
esp
Sarah Howard has one just n shade lighter,
that she'll be sure to wear; and believe the
spileful thing got it on purpose to kill mine.
No, l must have the Swiss muslin, with
knots OF blue corn flowers, and n Roman
sash figured with gold. And you'll 10 around
TO the laundrcss, and hurry her up a. little,
won't you, Georgo-that's II duck of II broth
Grand you know perfectly well you've been
yawning your jaws of the last hour
Where is itP
Only In Mendcnhall strccl--just pleasant
walk Aud do give Mrs. Barker u scoldlng.
and ask her if sho don't know better than to
Keep her customers waiting-but of course,
l know you'll do nothing Of the sort Men
have no moral courage. There's the address
on the card 1t will he such relief to my
mind.
Major George Appleton was an army Off
Ger. home on u Gurlough, and rather ut u loss
10 know what to do with so much extra
time. Rich, which was another source of
perploxity- which wasn't so puz-
zling.
And so he sauntored along, his hands in
his pockets, aud cigar balanced between
his lips, unconsciously advancing to meet his
fate.
Rapl rap! rap The major played tattoo
with his knuckles on the door
Dear me, what noise! said n voice in
side. Come in! little louder.
| The major walked in TO confront, not "a
wrinklod old hag of washerwonlan, in u
halo of soap and steam, but beautiful
young lady, dark and brilliant as I'm ArabI-
an dream, with jetty curls pinned back in II
silken cascade at the back of lIer head, and
II pair Of nuting scissors in her hand.
Major Appleton started back, all his wits
momentarily deserving him. 1t is II curious
fact that the more embarrassed one party in
II tete-a-tete becomes, the greater is tho COM
posture of the other. Anna Brighton should
have colored and suffered at beng caught
thus but she didn't.
What's your business, sir? she asked with
the greatest calmncss.
It's it's about my sisters gown - Miss
Appleton's, you know.
All! said Anna. hope TO have it ready
very soon. If you'll wait ten minutes you
may carry it home.
And she took pair of nuting scissors
from the stove, testing its heat by holding it
dangerously near her velvet check.
Major Appleton, not being posted in eti-
quettc and general decorunI, saw no harm
in carrying home a basket of newly laun-
dried clothes. So he sat down and waited.
while honest Mrs. Barker stared from the
other room, where she lay upon her bed -
a captive to rheumatic pains.
She's in hurry you know, said the major
twirling his thumbs, and thinking how very
pretty the girl was.
So am /, said Anna, making the fluting
scissors glide in and out in II most marvel
Gus manner among the clouds of sunny mus
lin.
She wants 10 wear it, added the major.
But say-you know-you'rc not u regular
washerwoman?
Anna slightly Strengthened herself up.
My father was colonel in the regular ar.
my. My grandfather was Hyde Brighton,
OF brighton mInUr, UIv Hudson. But
we are reduced now. and we need money;
and am not ashamed to work.
By Jove. your trump! said Major Ample
ton, starting up.
Much obliged TO you, retorted Anna, with
sparkling eyes. Would you mind holding
the end of that sash for me Just second.
while finish this loop?
And when Minnie came up to see how
her sister was getting on, she found her mid
ed and allotted by the major Of cavalry, who
was heating the alternate pairs of lutng
scissors after most scientific fashion.
Dear me, said Miss Appleton, when ut last
her brother made his appearance, how long
you have been!
Yes, said the major, rubbing his hands, |
with an appearance of great satisfaction. it |
took us quite while to finish those last |
thirteen tlounces.
Us! You don't mean to say that you help
ed the washerwoman?
Yes, did, said the major; and the frocks |
are down stairs, and I'm gong up for "A |
game of billiards. And as he went he MUIR |
INJURED to himself l have thought all girls
were alike, but believe I've discovered one
independent one ut last
Grandmamma, am going to be married.
You, Nanny? Why you are but u child?
Anna Brighton was knocling beside her
chair, and the fairy god
mother was strokIng her curls with one
tremulous white hand, where the antique
jewels shone like drops of blood and scinti-
latlng sparkles of green fire.
I'm eighteen, grandmamma.
So you are! How time flies Eighteen!
But who's the happy man? We see no soci-
Dty worthy of ourselves, Nanny, and 49,
I'm sure you will like him. grandnlamma.
lie is coming to pay his respects to you to-
night. His name is Mayor George Appleton.
lie Is in the Cavalry, and owns house on
Madison Avenue, and-and he loves me,
Nanny held her black tressed head on tho
Did lady's shoulder AS she spoke the last
words.
All natural enough, my dear; but do you
love him? Yes, grandmammn.
And where did you meet him? When
we're you introduced?
l wasn't introduced ut all, returned Nam
ny, with mischevous elves of flame coming
md going in her eyes. was flutlng muslin
in Ilar |
IN errandi and--Oh. grandmamma, YOU
nave always thought il so dreadful to work
But II hadn't been working, l never should
nave met him. And l love him so much,
Well, well, said the old lady. rather re-
uctantly, things seem TO lac altered from,