Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1876-04-27

eN the Olo ample v00Oer n2ene1 al 10
itself in Sally's young heart, and il he
came dead and buried like Ill the glad
lhings Of life, along with her father, the
and the pale young mother
ahe could just remember and ~ she
turned the ice-cream freesef that night
In the cellar Of Farmer Crane, not one
Thought Of Jealous spite or envy Of the
fair Angelica came into her little head.
She did listen to the music and heard
the noise above, and II was "a sort Of
nice" ~ Mrs. Crane had said and as
she turned and turned one freezer after
another Sally became interested enough
in her work to forget more important
trials close 1t hand.
II made the soul Of the farmers wife
glad within her when she went down 10
taste the cream 10 And 1t beginning 10 be
all that her fancy painted.
ats prime" she said, smacking her
lips, and holding the spoon to Sally's
pretty mouth. "Jest taste it, and tell me
IL that amt fur ahead Of Towers stuff
in town. II stands to reason, Sally;
there's real cream in that ar-none o
yer nasty skimmin's! Now keep right
on, dear be jest rs keerful ~ you kin,
cause now's the resky time when the
thing kin be spilled by mite o keer-
lessness. Jest turn and turn and turn,
dear, first one, then t'other, this Away
and that away. The idee Of that pesky
da'ter o mine tellin' me only mint
ago she knowed it 'ud be lumpy an soft |!
And, Sally, she's the most unfeelin'-"
"Its only fun" said Sally.
"Fun p echoed the vexed matron,
"Wa'al, it's mean kind O fun, and il
'ad sarve her right If she came out the
little end Of the horn yet But we'll take
care o the cream, won't We Sally ~
"That we will, ma'aln," said Sally,
warmly.
Jest turn and turn, you know" said
the poor woman, and went up the cellar
steps, not knowing that Destiny had some
work Of her own to do that night, and
had rnthlessly chosen the farmers wife
for the agent Of her own discontinue
AT the top of the steps she met the
young squire He said that, ''liks the
young woman in the ballad, he was
weary Of dancing, and proposed to have
the old game of Copenhagen-and could
she tell him where he might be able 10
get . roper
"Why, yes" said Mrs. Crane, there's
one right down here in the cellar. l'il
git it, Will-thA.s right hev all the fun
you kin; you can't BIZ young but once p
and down she went into the cellar again.
Now If she had only contented herself
with getting the rope and handing il to
the young squire, who stood waiting a,
the top of the steps, all would have been
we'll. He had scarcely left Angelica
side the whole evening; he had whi..
Pered lots of pretty things in her ears
he determined to tap no hand but her.
in the ring. II Mrs. Crane had only
handed him the rope without word
but she couldn't help il, poor woman il
was the fault Of Destiny, az l said be
fore. Something compelled her to s,ant
right at the foot of the stairs and wills
per:
keep right on, Sally, dear turn and
turn, like q good little lass"
| And she might better have Spoken
aloud. Her whisper WAS of that slento
rian description that it cut the air; i
fell swoop upon the ear of the youn,
squire, and presently he heard swee
low voice in reply:
"Yes, ma'am, I'll attend TO il nicely. ,
He went back with the rope, in daze
What was 10 be turned and turned, ant
who was the turner? What sally was i
that owned that sweet low voice ant
what sweet low voice owned that dea.
name Of Sally? Will Randall had beer
famous at school and college for solvips
problems he never would, in fact, leav,
one unsolyed and presently he slipped
away from the cope, out Of the room
and made his way direct to the cellar
door. He opened it softly, closed i
carefully behind him, and went slowl,
down the steps. The bulls-eye of III,
furnace glared at him as If the genius O
fire within was bent upon some spree o
his own one of these days. he heard s
squeak, squeak, squeak, little OF in tn,
dim distance, and followed the mysleri
GUS noise, confident it had something Il
do with that problem he was bent upor
solving He walked on tip-toe, passins
many coal bin heaped to the ton witt
coal his locks brushed many ham ant
tongue and juicy bit of bacon he saw
many hanging-shelf filled with Christ
mas cheer it was fit to soften the hear
of this young scion of a noble but i'm
poverished house. The squeaking nois,
became more and more distinct. Ii,
turned the corner Of liquor closet, ant
suddenly he stood still, because h,
couldn't go on his feet stopped hii
pulse almost ceased TO beat; he saw
something that sent the blood flying t
his heart-that perfdiously false ye
faithful heart. He saw the slim little
figure of woman, perched upon an ole
broken hen-coop, her black dress tucked
up out of the water that escaped from
half dozen freezers around her heI
little right hand turning one freezer, Il Ell
little left hand turning another her soi
silky yellow hair all fluffed about hel
pretty head-that yellow hair that would
match exactly with the exquisite color
Of the one holding the place of homo,
among sll his locks of hair her swee
lips parted with anxiety for the fate O
the cream, as they had parted long age
with far deeper and warmer anxiety
those sweet, sweet lips. Could it be
Oh, was it his own little Sally-his own
only Sally, the pure idol of his boyisl
love- Oh, what divine, rapturous prob
lem was this given to him to solve.
| That pumping apparatus about hi
heart began to work again with will
He crept around the liquor closet, be
tween the freezers, and putting one hant
upon Sally's lips, with the other drew he
close upon his heart.
"Ilush, darling" he whispered at i
l-Will-your own faithful viii. Oh
Sally Sally |"
Her little falling head he caught il
time, and kissed her fainting lips to life
He said more in minute to Sally thar
he had whispered all the night above
He decided her fate and his own in tn,
twinkling of an eye, and unblushirel,
believed he was but fulfilling all tn,
vows OF long ago under the walnut tree
A for Sally-shy, blushing, tremblin,
Sally-she was in a rapture of bewilder
merit, of joy and bliss, that is seldom
reached by mortals, until suddenly tn.
cellar door opened: then, indeed, til,
crimson in Sally's cheeks paled, the stem
torian whisper of Mrs. Crane was hearc
upon the stepe:
ut must be jest right now. Its beer
turnin', you know, long enough now i
kin set by, and Sally might jest as wei
as not hev little fun. lay any,hin.
it's the primest stuff you'll ever see."
THE cream is spoiled" Whispered
Sally, her big, loving, fearful, happ,
eyes fixed upon Wills.
mot bit of it, said her champion
And although that cream was cer,ainl,
lumpy and little soft, Will declared |
the best he ever tasted, or would tast,
for the remainder Of his life and as tn,
cream was made for him, why, what die
it matter
| Angelica, having plenty of strings /,
her bow, didn't mourn over il Hrievols
ly; but poor Mrs. Crane from that tim,
forward bought her cream at Towzer's.-