Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-12-02
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The saucy little maiden shook her black
tresses very decidedly, making eyes al
Enech, Aunt Dorset thought, just as Lucy
Parkes used to do: and the next moment
in one of her capricious fits, she embraced
old Job with her chubby little arms and
gave him a sounding smack. From tha'
time her Irritation with Enoeh may De
said to have begun.
''Who is that spruce.looking yoang iel'
low who helped YOU out OF the stage, -
cy?r inquired Aunt Dorset. gazing through
her honest old specks. rs he an acquain,
lance Of yours The young man hao
mounted to the drivers seat while the
operation of getting the trunk OIL was IN
progress, and appeared to be watching
the group in the front yard under the To-
Gust trees with considerable interest.
.sOh. / believe he has got business
somewhere around here, returned Lucy,
with an Indifferent toss of her head. "He
was very civil to me on the journey.
II am afraid you are a bit Of illt,
child" said Aunt Dorset And then She
thought to herself. Her mother was be-
fore her; pity if she shouldn't be-.
s'Me fiirt Oh Auntie.'' and Lucy :
black eyes rolled up, and her mouth
puckered itself into dewy, rosy cXcla-
nation point.
They were in the house now; and Aunt
Dorset had shown her niece up to the best
room, shut up as the best rooms are apt
TO be in the country, and rather heavy
with old mahogany furniture, and high
post bed-stead, with its dimity tester and
mountain of feathers The moment the
little dumping of an old lady had trotted
out of the room to fetch something that
had been forgotten, Lucy skipped to the
window, pushed back the blinds, and let
her handkerchief futter out in the breeze
Strange to say, there was an answering
signal from the top of the stage. Enoch,
who was lingering below in the yard, saw
the maneuvre, and said 10 himself
"She's a regular little case. l believe
she knows more about that fellow than
she pretends."
Lucy had been brought up in town OF
considerable size, where French fashions
prevailed; and she had brought all her
little gauds and furbelows to Stockburn,
with the hope of electrifying the natives.
for her soul was by no means abovesueh
feminine triumphs. She opened her
trunk, and hung some trinkets about her
plump little person. and nestled some
bows of cherry ribbon among her glossy
black curls. She went down stairs just
before tea.
"How nice it is here e said Lucy, look
ing out through the sitting-room window
at the sunny old garden. i've always
cooped up in a town, Uncle Dorset and
now You must teach me to be country
girl
II s'pose you think. don't YOU inquired
the old gentleman. that some cows give
butterlniIk, just as DR.. Hillyer's niece did
when she came up here on visit from
York;
perhaps | do returned Lucy archly,
bursting into a merry laugh: land then
yoa know / solemnly believe that potatoes
grow on bushes
do see Lucy Struggled up to your
father, and he looks as pleased as Guilty,
said Aunt Dorset TO Job, as she put a
drawing Of tea in the pot. There's a
good deal of the cat about the girl. The
Parkerses have all got it, every one OF
them"
II wouldn't mind having her purr round
me- responded Job, in his dry way.
They were seated at the pleasant tea
table now. Enoch had come in, and Lucy
was the centre OF everybody's attentions.
In spite Of Lord Byron's churlish opinion,
she was perfectly charming while engaged
with her knife and fork.
Tell me, Enoch,'' inquired she, lar,
there any. nice girls in this neighborhood
don't care fig for young men (there wa
a sly twinkle in her eye)-they are horrid
conceited creatures but | should like Il
get acquainted with nice girl
Nancy Raynor is our next neighbor:
daughter said Uncle Dorset, and she i:
as likely a girl as ever was raised in Stock
burn
"She has got what call pretty man
n..rs," put in Aunt Dorset, dishing out the
stewed ounces. Most of the girls now.
adays are 10 brazen too suit my old-fash
toned notions"
"Ask Enoch about her. said Job will
droll wink
20. yes, struck in Uncle Dorset
''Enoch and Nancy used to be very thick
and can't say whether its her fault ol
his'n that they don't hitch horses an,
MORE
Enoch colored as he bent over his plate
and Lucy cast a mischievous little glance
at him.
"Nancy don come here near as often
as sne USED 10. SAID Aunt Dorset, pouring
out the old genteman's cup of tea and
putting in what he called 'long sweet
ming" "She amt the kind OF i girl to
break her heart about him. Shes an in
dependent little piece, if she does look a
if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Al
the Raynors are hard -bitted.H
Enoch looked really annoyed now, and
kept his eyes fixed on his plate TO avoid
Lucy's wicked little glances.
Suddenly he looked up, and said to
her; eff you get acquainted with Nancy.
you can wave your pocket handkerchief
out Of the window. | believe You like
that sort of thing" Now it was Lucy
turn to east down her eyes.
The house was pretty full OF fun and
music. jus. as Uncle Dorset had predicted
Lucy kept things pretty well stirred up
and plotted against Aunt Dorset's steady
jog-trot. old-iashioned ideas. She wanted
TO have finger in everybodl'- pie. She
meddled with the cooking, and made lit
tie. Notwithstanding cakes that nobod,
could eat
CONTINUED TOMORROW.