The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1876-09-16

"Good gracious, mari" said Angelica
Crane to her overworked parent, Mt
nightfall of memorable day-a day
that marked the beginning of the young
Squire's Christmas holidays at home,
and every minute OF it crammed and
crowded with labor for the entertain
ment in his honor at the Crane home
stead-''good gracious! You amt going
to have some homemade cream, sure
ly?" The young lady's nose, which
was exceedingly retrousse already, was
perched high in the air with disdain.
eff there's anything can't abide" she
said, "it's frozen corn starch; and that's
all Won can make of homemade cream
any way you fix it,"
"Hold your tongue, Angy.' said her
mother; you're the most onfeelin'
creetur ever see. You'd have me har-
ness up the team and drive away to town
and pay out mint OF money, when l
kin lust as we'll hev it for nothin'
Hain't we got prime new freezer, and
cream, and eggs and ice, without its
costin' cent? What more do you
""vA prime new freezer!" scornfully
echoed Angy. you'll want half a
dozen of 'em!"
"Well, can'tI borry emp" said hel
prudent parent.
"And who's going to hang over emp?
said the young lady, whose stay at
boarding school had not obliterated the
home dialect. "They need to be turn
ed and turned, and everybody's worn
out. It's nearly time to dress now, and
you want little coolin' off yourself.
You're rs red as beet"
"I'll stay if can be of any service, u
said voice in the doorway.
"Why, Sally" said Mrs. Crane, "you
will want to return home and dress,
won't you?"
ooh, I'd rather not" said the voice,
this time trembling a little. 81 don't
feel fit for any fun, Mrs. Crane. 1t
don't seem to me ever will again"
81 s'pOse not, deary," said the farm
er's wife, with IN expression of pity,
mingled with relief. It'll be dreadful
convenient to hev you stay, Sally, if you
kin. There's n power to do yet, and
only one pair O hands to do it. l spose
you wouldn't keer to go up in the par
lor; but the freezersll he in the cellar,
and the heater keeps it nice and warm
down there; and while you're a-maliin'
the cream you kin listen to the music,
and hear the noise and all. It'll come
kind O nice to You in that way, won't it
Sally?"
''Good life, mari" laughed the viva
cious daughter; ''is that what you call
nice? 1t reminds me of the little hun
CRY boy who went to smell the steam at
the pastry cooks"
"You don't know nothin about the
way Sally feels" said Mrs. Crane, NOR
/ don't think you could If you tried. l
believe you'd dance and whsle about
before the grass took root over your
pappy's grave; but Sally loved hern,
poor child, and she can't help thinkin'
of the poor schoolmaster lynn out there
in the snow, when here lie was, only u
bit ago, as slick and smart as anybody.
It's no KNOWN whose turn it'll be
next?"
Whether the good woman had any
reason of her own for thus dwelling
upon melancholy subject, it decided
poor little Sally's aversion for the mer-
ny making, and put to flight the gay An
gelica who was in no humor for red
eyes and noses. when the young Squire
would shortly come, and it behooved
these features to be at their best.
But Sally fell to sobbing outright,
not giving thought to the deleterious
effects of tears upon her beauty, Ill
though once upon time it was bright
and bonny enough to ensnare the young
Squire himself. Long ago, when he
drew her to school on his handsome
sled, he made many Il stumble over the
zee in looking hack unon the sweet face