Litchfield enquirer., 1875-07-29
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 pressed the teacher, as she thought of the obligations upon her to return to Ter post in the school. But she only said. with a slight infection of sadness, s'Oh. neser fear. I shall come back to Flint Hill p And then she thought to herself, '.It is my destiny, suppose
 ''GOOd by!" she cried, as they began to move and, smitten by remorse for her secret impatience, she turned once more, and called out again, involuntarily, Good by And she waved her hand to the two little boys, besides.
 The old wheels turned again on their roomy axles, and Chester elevated his shaggy and mournful head, and hammer ed the road with patient, nerveless foot falls Mrs. Fayrewether followed with her eyes the two receding figures m the buggy but at length she turned within, to see to her Indian pudding. Her sister had arrived from the neighboring town of Blueberry, that morning, and sat in the dining room, at the farthest point from the stove, with limp bonnet strings dang ling on either side of her full, hot face
 ':Tm glad" said Mrs. Fayrewether. turning to her, ''that Miss Weston's va cation has come. She's been dreadful homesick. Sophrony. When she first come, she used to stand at the school house windows you know you can see the White Hills from there, sometimes i; we'll, she used to stand there and look at those mountains just as If she was a-going to cry. Poor thing! felt so sorry for her."
 That's always the way here," said Sophronv, bitterly. You Flint Hill folks never know how to make stranger feel right at home. You're not what I call really sOciable-" And having removed this little stone from her heart, as it were, Sophzony alloWed the current of human kindness to take it's way. Didn't she get over her loneliness at all? ?"
 ''Oh, yes that IS to say, pretty nearly I did think perhaps she might say she couldn't come back, next term. Timothy we'll, I don't think he'd like it much. if she wasn't to come back though he don't look so. should sort of like her to stay along here. myself After this vague utterance Mrs. Favrewether paused, fixing her eyes upon the pudding she had just drawn from the kettle with an apprecia- tive. glance that betokened thoughtful ness, and desire to dwell on the theme already preached. But her husband, who had several times shufled uneasily in and out of the room, now re-entered.
 ''Calc'late to wait for Timothy ?" he asked, putting on a pair of angular spec tacles then twitching them of again, and looking around the room as if in search of some very reeondite object. but without eneountering the eyes of either of the women.
 This maueuver was entirely successful, and the dinner was at once placed smok- ing on the table.
 There was no conversation between the occupants of the buggy until they came in sight of the small. squat railroad sta tion, half an hours drive from the farm house. At thls point Timothy's eye again fell upon the forget-ne-nots.
 Il suppose you are glad enough to get away from us, '" he said. "An't you
 'Of eourse-I am glad to be going home" said Marnie.
 'Well, don't know but I should be. if was in your place, he observed. Aad then he yas yasis g H sli huting of importance, and dim fear that per haps he never would say anything of inn portance.
 Marnie alighted without his aid and Timothy, taking down the hide-bound trunk, set it on the platform. Then he moved sleepily about the ~aiting room, staring at one or two time tables and other posters on the walls, while Mamie pur- chased her ticket. Suddenly he opened the door through which they had entered, and made as if he were going out imme- diately. He paused, however, on the threshold, and turned around with eer- tain air of hesitation.
 ''See you again, ne said, in a casual = h~1 melancholy manner. but giving only an informal nod. And with that he was gone.
 The young woman rose from where she had been sitting, and walked to a window which permitted view of his receding back, as the buggy bore him away uphill What could it have been that made her feel as If this broad, inexpensive back of TimOthy's hinted some nameless failure or Encouragement? Before the young man disappeared from her sight, she saw him whip up Chester and he seemed to perform even this trifing act with a mo- ticeably Respondent air. To be sure, he always whipped Chester in that way, but now '. . The whistle of the approaching locomotive recalled Mamie to herself The station-master shut the ticket window with a crash ran out, in all suitable haste, to set the stopping signal and, in two or three minutes. returned amid a silence as profound as if nothing of this kind had ever happened. Marnie, however, carried the racket along with her, and was whirl- ing northward to New Hampshire.
 She had not been seated long in the train, with the warm breeze beating on her from the open window, before . slen- der and not very tall young man entered at the other end of the car, and was stri- ding by her. when side glance arrested his attention. and he turned.
 Good morning, he said, lifting his hat.
 ''Mr Grooseck How you dof'
 The person who bore this curious name was himself as peculiar. There were evi- dences of foreign extraction in the large nose and rather broad, flat eyelids and temples but his cheeks were narrow and tinged with brown, and natural intensity of expression made his face not unsttrsc- tive. The seat in front of Mamie was va cant, and he threw himself into it easily, with one arm lying along the back. just begun. I had nearly forgotten that; { fellow does forget so soon about school terms, Miss Weston" Mamie smiled.
 ''rve just been down to Boston, to give an order for hardware" said Mir. GToo- seek. looking very serious. and stroking his crescent mustache with one finger, carefully. ..And you're going back to New Hampshire, I supposes' he contin- ued. '+Do you return m the fall g
 'I think So" said Mamie. ssAre these from Flint HinY asked Grooseck, leaning over somewhat boldly. and picking np the forget-me-nots from her lap. In doing so. he encountered her eyes. Something in their expression first slightly alarmed, and then provoked him. ''Of course they must have come from there." he concluded, hastily. ssGceat place for flowers. I used to drive there Tn spring for arbutas. when lived at | Hollowdale."
 Dear me, what could you have wanted of flowers. then ?" asked Mamie. with . touch of scornful petulance. Grooseck was perceptlvely embarrassed by this ran- dom thrust, but she took no especial mo-