Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1876-05-06

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and all. VIII put his knife back in his
pocket with click of determination,
gulped back his tears at once and for the
last time, and taking Sally from the
ground, he smoothed back her yellow
locks, coaxing her into quiet with the
solemn promise of his loyalty henceforth
and forever to the love between them.
He declared that the names linked there
upon the tree should never be separated
while life remained to him, and with
many vow os fealty coined from the
books he had devoured among the lum-
Der in the garret, and simple plants of
love brought up from the depths of his
little swelling heart, Will bade little
Sally goodbye.
But alas for the inexorable DEGREES of
fate and fashion Seven long years had
passed and gone since that last trysting
time, and although the two names were
still linked together upon the old walnut
tree, the two little lovers had drifted far
apart. ...
Young Master Randall went from one
place of instruction to another till he
reached the Satnln1unl bon,lnl of veri-
table college. Taking advantage of the
absence of their son and heir, the big
folks at the hall went abroad; the house
was closed, and although many an apple
and bunch of grapes from the old place
reached Sally, with the rest of the vii
layers, she never cared to taste these
luxuries from stranger hands. Will
spent his holidaysaway, and Sally would
not even have heard the sound OF his
name had it not been for the soiourn of
Angelica Crane at a boarding school
near the college. Perhaps Sally would
rather not have heard his name than
thus from the lips of Angelica, whose
bump Of reverence was small, and who
held he young squire pretty much as
she held everybody-important in the
ratio that they contributed to her own
pleasure.
The acre of Farmer Crane were broad
and wide, and outnumbered by many a
score those that belonged to the Randall
family; it was whispered that even the
goodliest property of the old squire was
heavily mortgaged to the shrewd and
forehanded countryman, and that a
match between Miss Angelica and the
young squire would not be bad thing
for the latter. On the other hand, these
plain folks at the Crane homestead had
spared no pains to show their willing
ness to further whatever plans were
made for the joining of these two good
ly estates.
Angelica herself had confded to Sally
that she had more strings to her bow
than one, but that she knew which she
preferred, and had often tortured the
poor little maiden, when during Angeli-
cas- holidays they had spent night OF
two together, by reading her, among
other love letters, some productions
from the eloquent and ardent pen OF
Will Randall, poor little Sally's peril
dious lover. Long after Angelica's curl
papers had ceased to rattle upon the
pillow, the soft silken rings of Sally E
yellow hair were wet with tears of envy
and girlish despair.
But as years went by, and old time
softened the bitterness of those holiday
stabs by dealing others of more viviC
and startling character, when cares an6
griefs close at hand crowded about hel
and hemmed her in, she became resign
ed to this one among the rest, and ever
talked with Angelica of her loves an6
lovers with a GOODNESS that astonisheC
herself. There became less and less
grievous similarity in the description o.
the young squire to that shy, sweet mem
ory of Sally's of long ago. He had now
it appeared, an incipient mustaehe, hi!
hands were white, he was more and more
"perfectly splendid with every fresl
confidence; and this brilliant figure lef
the old simple, tender likeness all to it
self in Sally's young heart, and it be
came dead and buried like all the glaC
things of life, along with her father, tn,
schoolmaster, and the pale young moth
er she could just remember; and as sh,
turned the ice cream freezers that nigh
in the cellar of Farmer Crane, not ONT
thought of jealous spite or envy of th'
fair Angelica came into her little head
She did listen to the music, ant
heard the noise above, and it was ",
sort of NICE" as Mrs. Crane had said
and as she turned andturned one freeze
after another, Sally became interested
enough in her work to forget more i'm
portant trials close at hand.
1t made the soul of the farmers wifi,
glad within her, when she went down t,
taste the cream, to find it beginning Il
be all that her fancy painted.
"It's prime" she said, smacking he
. lips and holding the spoon to Sally
pretty mouth. "Jest taste it, and tel
me if that amt fur ahead of Tower
stuff in town. 1t stands to reason
Sally there's real cream in that ar
none O. yer nasty skimmin'sl Now kee]
right on, dear; be jest as keerful as yo1
kin, cause now's the resky time whel
the hull thing kin be spilled by NIT
O. keerlessness. Jest turn and turn
dear, first one, then t'other, this Away
and that away. The idee of that pesk
da'ter O. mine tellin' me only mint ag
she knowed it'd be lumpy and soft
, And, Sally, she's the most unfeelin' -
, "It's only her fun," said Sally.
{ "Funl" echoed the vexed matror
{ "Wa'al, it's mean kind of fun, an
/ it'd sarve her right if she came out th
/ little end O the horn yet. But we
: take keer O the cream, won't we, SallyG
2 "That we will, ma'am," said Sally
3 warmly.
Q "Jest turn aud turn, you know" sal
t the poor woman, and went up the cella
s steps, not knowing that destiny ha
a some work of her own to do that nigh
p and had ruthlessly chosen the farmer
J, wife for the agent of her own discomi
r ture. At the top of the steps she m,
o the young squire. He said that, Lii
y the yonng woman in the ballad, he WI
weary of dancing, and proposed to ha,
Q the old game of copenhagen-and coul
g she tell him where he could get rope
}, "Why, yes" said Mrs. Gran
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