The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-01-15
EENSIE'S REEENGE.
4 TALE OF VERMONT.

y IhiE OF VERMONT
1t was only a commOn little country
cottage, with nothing attractive or pie
turesque about it. No Towering shrubs,
or climbing roses, orscenied g%eraniums,
only a plain grass plat in front, covered
with golden buttercupS and clustering,
white daisies, futtering anc dancing in
the summer breeze, and lifting up then
heads lovingly to the bright sunshine
Of heaven. The house was old and
weatherbeaSen, poor enough inside and
out /; nothing of art enriched the scene,
but nature had been most prodigal in
the magnificent scenery around, glo,
rious and God-given.
4 rich, golden sunset was lighting
up the verdant sides of "Old Kirby :"
Mountain, gliding the surrounding
landscape, Frightening the yellow of
the ~corn-feIds, and the amber hue of
She wheat and oats, now fast ripening.
Masses of gorgeous clouds lay piled up
II grand, fantastic beauty, and now, as
the sun was slowly sinking low, and
still lower. throwing into dim, uncer-
tain indistinctness the encircling hills,
q changed color comes wei all, and
mountains, hills, and distant woods
take or the deep, purple glow, thrilling
all with it's charm. so indescribably
tender and beautiful ! 'Tis the soul of
the landscape exhaling.
Widow Tutcs stood at her garden gate
watching anxiously the distant road
from town.
Poor boyl I fear he will be sadly
tired tonight, Tor the day has been hot
and sultry, and the roads dusty and
hard" She turned away and slowly
walked back to the cottage door, and
into the little room where the evening
meal was laid, awaiting the absent son.
The ~tea-table, covered with snowy
linen, stood invitingly arrayed, directly
under the uncovered window, whose
branches shaded the room, and cast a
refreshing GOODNESS, while the fragrance
Of the honeysuckle stole in the room
with every passing breeze. The sup
per, simple rs it was, might tempt the
appetite of an epicure. Fresh, deli
cious cakes of Indian. corn, luscious,
ripe bIackberries, rich, golden cream,
and new butter, while two large pitch
ers were placed at the head of the table,
the one filed with fresh milk, the other
With pure. sparkling spring water. A
better meai no one could desire, and all
5ne product of the little farm, titled in
the leisure hours of the widows son.
The mother glanced complacently at
the tea-table, then going TO the cup
board, took down her little Black
earther teapot. Now if the widow
had a weakness, it was for a good cup
Of tea. A nice cup of Young Hyson"
WAS her daily solace. This night her
tea canister was empty But then,
Rensselaer, was coming no me, and he
would be sure to bring her some. She
was sure of this, for he never neglected
anything that would contribute to her
comfort.
She glanced wishFul!y down the road.
Sure enough there he was just coming
round the hill. Her eye frightened
and she looked lovingly at him, and
well she might, for he was a son of
whom any mother might well beproud,
3 noble specimen of a brave New
England bay. Tall, ~well-formed, with
a bright, manly look, and frank, open
brow. Now, he drives up the cottage
Iare as rapidly as his horse can go, for
it's 10 biooded nag, and the vehicle
from which he dismounts s-apeddler's
cart
Home again, dear mother"