St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1874-07-31

wave and tendrIl: q small form, with
Il self-rcliant pose, prim ncatness of
attire, and two little feet that trod the
the earth firmly. Such was the key OF
the f;imily clock. Thought flashed shut
tie threads through her brain, but did
not gift her with clairvoyant powers,
fortunately. Still the train sped on,
with old age sleeping, and youth alert
for fresh scenes.
lin WHICH TIE PENDULUM STOPS.
Miss Maby has arrived. Dear crea-
turc, How | long to see her." said
Horace Dale, pulling his yachting hat
over his eyes.
''She will furnish us with sauce
piquant, certainly" laughed his brother
kindling his cigar. with the aid of lima
shelter the tlickering spark from the
wind.
"Thank you Miss lima. You are al-
ways kindly attentive to the need of
others.
lima raised herself on tiptoc, her gar
mcnts fluttering in the breeze, and
broke the lance of her brilliant glances
against the mail of this prosaic gentle
mans breast.
'.Wait until you see Miss Maby's niece
before Nou praise old friends" she said.
smiling archly.
"Nnnscnsc he returned impatient
ly. "What are girls to me ?" aud took
his book 10 the extreme point of shor,
for the day. in sheer disgust at the art
ful suggestion.
Miss Ilma looked after him. her whit,
teeth set. "Suilicicntly booriSh. mon
sicur. Yon are not worthy my lightcst
thaught, and yet am determined t,
win"
This girl was the offspring of a Polisl
mother and an American father. TIL,
very contradictions of these element,
frequently ran away with her owl
cooler Judgment. She was clever
quick. not devoid of tact. with the kecI
hunger for wealth known only to pnv
crty. While speaking to Mr.. Dale sh,
had been handsome a: mobile. irregular
features lighting up brilliantly: now
she WAS actually plain. She rccoverc,
herself ut once. and turned to Horace
Dale. who lay indolcntly on the sand.
I'VE must take our sail before til,
tide turns"
"Must wc!" yawning slightly, and
consulting Il chronometer. Il suppos,
it will serve to kill time"
"Mcrci;'' sweeping him n mockin4
courtesy.
''Oh. come, we have known cacl
other too long for ceremony. Is tn,
new girl good style? -
"No style at all and engaged To {:
NnIIuU ,.l,rrNmlu | will bn rn.I,lN in
ten minutes"
Tripping toward the hotel. the young
lady paused Ia accoSt IL chubby urchin
who must he considered as the actlla
hero of our tale, His hat was tilted
back. and beneath the brim appeared /;
fuIl-mo"n face much flushed hy the cN-
ertions requisite To build il fort. will
the aid of wheelharrow and spade.
"Frcddy darling. would .you like t'
go ont on the water with me p
Freddy darling's response WAS drliv-
cred with all the frankncss of innocent
childhood.
NO"
Snub number three failed to cruSl
her elastic spirits. llmas world Wa
one of Snnhs, but she also had her re-
vcngc. Drawing on her neat gloves
she peeped int" Il parlor where sat Il
bcvy of maidenS at work.
"Whrrc are N"u going" chimcd cu
riosily, in chorus.
.'llorace Dale wishes Il sail. How
charmingly cool you look in here, TIL,
obstinate fellow holds me to this en-
gagcment."
Then she ran away, laughing.
: - ~
Dale instead of yawning over w"rstcd
work, and gossip in the parlnr
"Omc must blow ones own trIImpc
sometimes" reflected this child of he
century. She WAS satisfied with he
mornings work. She had sent Mr. DaI,
to the point, and taken Horace out ol
the water with the distinct intention q
not returning until evening. She nevc
undcrratcd Il new girl, for she had hr
come III old story, than which there i
no more fatal position. She intcndc,
t" marry Mr.. Dale: failing him, th
less eligible Horace: failing both, t.
thwart their fancy for others. Thu
deciding, the female Machiavcl @tccre,
for the light house.
Str"llcd the new arrivals on the beach
] 't 'iii' ~ ''h''i' '''' 'N'' ~
head of her ancient relative.
Take care, or you'll step right ol
the fort" piped Il shril Young voice.
"W hat is this?" exclaimed Lady Kew
putting up her glass.
Janet knclt To restore the crmshc
boundary. What more natural tha
that Il free masonry should he estal'
lishcd between the little housewife an
the juvenile architect, who watchc
her labors with certain condesccn
sion &?
"Who are you ?" demanded Lad
Kew, sharply.
Il am widowcr's child" was tn
somewhat startling reply.
"Who taught you that -
Nurse did"
"IIo. ho" croallcd Lady Kew. .'Com
along, my dear, or we shall he accuse
of setting our caps for the father.
Lady Kew was i'm her element q
Clamshell Point, il fashionable rcsor
where costly fabrics grew limp on til
rocks where the sand burned in vel
low waves beneath the feet, and filter
ed into nose and ears, while mosquitoo
buzzed playfully about the ankles ,
pedestrians. The dreary little cyni
sat behind the parlor curtains, an
passed the hotel in scathing review
who knew better than herself the mil
dew taint on the faircst fruit VIII
doubted the apparent purity of huma
and vet her mirthless philosophy faile
to influence the girls souhd nature. ,
enchain the buoyancy of her spirit.
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