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

envy of the fair Angelica came into her
little head.
She did listen to the music. and heard
the noise above, and it was "a sort OF
nice, as 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 at hand.
It made the soul of the farmers wife
glad within her, when she went down to
taste the cream, to find it beginning to
be all that her fancy painted.
cts prime" she said, smacking her
lips and holding the spoon to Sallys
pretty mouth. Jest taste it, and tell
me if that amt fur ahead OF Towser's
stuff in town. 1t stands to reas on, Sal
ly; there's real cream in that ar-none
O. yer nasty skimmin's! Now keep
right on, dear; be Just as keerful as you
kin. cause now's the resky time when
the hull thing kin be spilled by mite
o. keerlessness. Just turn and turn,
dear, first one, then t'other, this away,
and that away. The idee of that pesky
dater O. mine tellin' me only mint
ago she knowed it be lumpy and soft!
And. SALLY. she's the most onfeelin -
Its only her fun, said Sally.
"Fun!' echoed the veXed matron.
"Wall. it's mean kind o fun, and it'd
sarve her right if she came out the lit
tie end O. the horn yet. But we'll take
keer o. the cream, won't we Sally?
",That we will. ma'am,' 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 ruthlessly chosen the farmers
wife for the agent of her own discom-
future. At the top of the steps she met
the young Squire. He said that, like
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 could get a rope?
"Why, yes" said Mrs. Crane, "there's
one right down here in the cellar. I'll
get it, Will; that's right; hev all the fun
you kin; you can't be young but once;'
and down she went into the cellar again.
Now if she had only contented her.
self with getting the rope and handing
it to the young Squire, who stood wait
ing ut the top Of the steps, all would
have been we'll. He had scarcely left
Angelica's side the whole evening; he
had whispered lots of pretty things in
her ears; he determined to tap no hand
but hers in the ring. If Mrs. Crane
! had only handed him the rope without
q world but she couldn't help it poor
woman; it was the fault of destiny, as
said before. Something compelled her
to stand right at the foot of the stairs
and whisper:
keep right on, Sally dear; turn and
turn, like good little lass"
And she might better have spoken
aloud. Her whisper was of that stem
torian description that it cut the air: ii
fell swoop upon the ear of the young
Squire, and presently he heard sweet,
low voice in keply:
eyes. ma am. I'll attend I" 1t nicely.
TT. ...,n. ,,ack it'll the rope in daze.
. What was to be turned and turned, and
who was the turner? What Sally was il
that owned that sweet, low voice? and
, what sweet, low voice owned that dear
{ name OF Sally? Will Randall had been
famous ut school and college for solving
problems he never would, in fact,
leave one unsolved; and presently he
slipped away from the rope, out of the
room, and made his way direct to the
cellar door. He opened it softly, closed
it carefully behind him, and went slow
ly down the steps. The bull's-eye of
the furnace glared at him as if the ge-
MUS of fire within was bent upon some
spree of his own one Of these days; he
heard squeak. squeak, squeak, little
off in the dim distance. and followed
the mysterious noise, confident that it
had something to do with that problem
he was bent upon solving. He walked
on tiptoe, passing many coal bin heap
ed to the top with coal; his locks brush
ed many ham and tongue and juicy
bit of bacon; he saw many hanging
shelf filled with Christmas cheer; it was
fit to soften the heart of this young
scion of noble but impoverished
house. The squeaking noise became
more and more distinct. He turned the
corner of preserve closet, and sudden
on; his feet stopped; his pulse almost
ceased to beat; he saw something that
sent the blood flying to his heart-that
perfdiously false, yet faithful heart.
He saw the slim, little figure of q wo-
man perched upon an old broken hen
coop, her black dress tucked up out of
the water that escaped from half doz-
en- freezers around her, her little right
hand turning one freezer, her little left
hand turning another; her soft, silky
yellow hair all huffed about her pretty
| head-that yellow hair that would match