St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1875-03-26

with haIr-pln, THAT | can work it
iii but haven't the measure"
"Well, now, let's see,' said jim,
pondering. "Whar is they about such
Il man Can't We remember man
that used to be here by the name Of
Of-Benedict, wasn't it-a feller about
up to my ear-only fleshier nor be was
An the little feller-well, he's bigger
nor Benedicts boy-higger, leastways,
nor he was then"
Miss ButterwOrth rose to her feet.
went up to Jim, and looked him sharp
ly in the eyes.
Can you tell me anything about
Benedict and his boy ~
''All that any feller knows know
said Jim, '.an' I've never telled nobody
i'll Sevenoaks."
Jim Fentop, you needn't be afraid
of me-" JIDT7BHJ 49,.
"Oh, amt. like ye better nor any
woman seem s moff b5dfopt
''But you needn't hes AFRAID 20 tell
me- said Miss Butterwovth, sblushiug.
AN will We make the clo'es n go
! "ies, I'll make the clothes, ii | make
them for nothing, and sit mp nights to
do it,"
Give us your hand,r said jim. and
he had Il woman's hand in his own al
most before he knew it. and his face
grew crimson to the roots of his bushv
hair
Miss Butterworth drew her chair up
to his. and in Il low tone he told her
the whole long story rs only he knew
it. and only he could tell it.
Il think You are the nobcst man
ever saw" said Miss Butterworth.
trembling with excitement.
well, turn about's far PLAY. they
say. AN think you're the most genuine
crretui' | ever seen" responded Jim.
"All we want up III the woods now is il
woman. an fd sooner have you thar
nor any other"
'Poh what Il spoon y"u are '" said
/ Miss Butttrworth. tossing her head.
| Then there's timber enough in me
| fun the puttieSt kind of Il buckle"
But you're hlockhead ii great.
good blockhead That's Just what y"n
arc. said Miss Buttcrw"ith. laughing
III spite of herself
Nv ell. We can whittle ANY sort of Il
head out of Il block" said Jim imlprr-
turbahlv.
Lets have done with Joking" ,aid
the tailoress solemnly.
II haint been iokin'" said Jim. lin
IN 'armesl. | been thinkin' q We even
scnce the town -meetin. | been kinder
hvin on your looks. I've drramt about
We nights. an when I've been hrlpin'
Benedict. took some q my pay. rhink
IN | was pleaSin' We. | couldn't help
hopin': an now. when come to We 81.
an tell We Jest how the land laws. ve
git rampagenus or tell me I'm iukilI'.
'IW"n't hc II" Joke if Jim Ftntun goes
AWAY from tins house tetlin' that the
only woman he ever seen that ht
Thought WAS Wuth Il row - pins feels
herself better noI he is"
Miss Butterworth east down her ewes.
and trotted her knees ucIvouSly. She
/ felt that jim WAS really in earnest that
he Thoroughly respected her. and that
behind his rough exterior there was as
tue Il man aS she had ever seen int
/ the life To which he would introduce
| her, the gossip Ia which she would he
subjected 10y any intimate connection
/ with him, and the uprootIug of the ac
tive social life into which the routine of
her daily Labor led her. would he a
great hardship. Then there was an
other consideration which weighed
I heavily with her. In her room were
/ the memorials of an early affection and
the disappointment of life.
Mr.. Femton." she said. looking up
Jest call me jim
"Well. Jim-"and Miss ButterwoIth
smiled through fearful eyes 81 must
tell You that ! was once engaged to be
married.
"Sho lou don't sav -
Yes. and the only man even loved
dird-died week before the day We
had sell"
at must have pretty near finished
We off,
''les, | should have been glad to die
myself"
"Well. now. Miss Buttcrworth. if you
s'pose that Jim Fenton wouldn't bring
that man to life if he could. and 60 to
your weddin singin' hallerier. you
must think he's meaner nor rat. But
We know he's dead. an We never can
see him no more. He's gnncr. an
we're all alone, an here's IL man that'll
take care on We fur him an it does
seem 10 me that if he was Il reaSumble
man ned feel obleeged for what I'm
dom"
Miss Butterworth could not help
IL
nuity. but his proposition WAS 50 sud
den and strange. and she had so long
ago given up any thought of marryin
that it was impossible for her to give
him an answer then. unless she should
give him the answer which he depre-
Gated.
"Jim," she said at last, Il believe
You are Il good man. | believe YOU are
I. Il. 81,
toward me but we have been brought
up very differently, and the life into
which You wish TO bring me would be
very strange to me. doubt whether
could he happy in it"
Jim saw that it would not help him
to press his suit further at that time.
and recognized the reasOnableness of
her hesitation. He knew he WAS rough
and unused to every sort of refinement.
but he also knew that he was truthful,
and honorable, and faithful and with
trust in Miss ButterwoIth's good sense
and discretion, he withheld any further
exhibition of his wish to settle the af-
fair on the spot.
well, Miss ButterwOrth," he said.
rising, ''ye know Yer own business. but
there1l he Il house, an IL stOop. an Il
bureau, an IL little ladder for flowers,
an Mike Conlin will draw the lumber.
an Benedict II put it together, an Jim
Fenton III be the busiest and happiest
man in IA hundred mile"
As Jim rose, Miss Butterworth also
stood up, and looked up into his face
jim regarded her with tender admira-
ton.
do you know take TO little things
: wonderful, if they're only alive :" said