Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1876-04-20


of his little swelling heart, Will bade little
Sally good by.
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 on the old walnut
tree, the two little lovers had driftet. far
apart.
Young Mister Randall went from one
place of instruction to another till he.
reached the sunsn1aDs b01auHs of a veritable
college. Taking the advantage of the alb
senee of their son and heir, the big folks
at the hall went abroad; the house was
closed, and though many an apple and
bunch of grapes from the old place reach
ed Sally, with the rest of the villagers,
she never cared to taste these luXuries
from stranger hands. VIII spent his holi-
days away, and Sally would not have even
have heard the sound of his name had it
not been for the sojourn of Angelica Crane
at the 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 the young squire
pretty much as she held everybody-im-
portant in the ratio that they contributed
to her own pleasure.
The acres 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
| goodlist property of the old squire was
| heavily mortgaged TO the shrewed and
forehanded countryman, andt that a match
between Miss Angelica and the young
| squire would not be a bad thing for the
| latter. On the other hand, these plain
folks at the Crane homestead had spared
no pains to show their willingness to fur
| ther whatever plans were made for TIE
joining of these goodly estates.
| Angelica herself had confided to Sally
that she had more strings to her bow than
one, but that she knew which she pre-
ferred, and had often tortured the poor
little maiden, when during Angelica's
] holidays they had spent night or two
| to gether, by reading her, among other
| love letters, some productions from the
eloquent and ardent pen of Will Randall,
poor little Sally's perfidious lover. Long
| after Angelica's curl papers had ceased to
rattle upon the pillow, the soft siIken
rings of Sally's yellow hair were wet
with tears of envy and girlish despair.
/ But as years went by, and old Time sof-
tened the bitterness of those holiday stabs
| by dealing others of more vivid and
startling character, when cares and griefs
close at hand crowded about her and
hemmed her in, she became resigned to
this one among the rest, and even talked
with Angelica of her love and lovers with
! q GOODNESS that astonished herself. There
became less and less grievous similari-
! ty in the young squire to that shy, sweet
memory of Sally's of long ago. He had
now, it appeared. an incipient mustacbe.
his hands were white, he was more and
more perfectly splendid" with every
fresh confidence; and this brilliant figure
left the old simple, tender likeness all to
itself in Sally's young heart, and it be-
came dead and buried like all the glad
things of life, along with her father the
school master, and the pale young mother
she could just remember; and as she
turned the ice cream freezers that night
i'll 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 twas ga sort of nice, .
as Mrs. Crane had said; and as she turn
ed,Ones, freezer after another. Sally became
interested enough in her work to forget
more important trials close at hand
1t made the soul of the farmers wife
glad within her, when she went down tc
taste the cream, to find it beginning to be
all that her fancy painted.
E'It's prime she said smaeking her linz
and holding the spoon to Sally's PIT
mouth. 'FJest taste it, and tell me if tT8a
amt fur ahead of Towers stuff in town.
1t stands to reason, Sally, there's real
cream in that ar-none % yer nasty skim
minis. Now keep right on, dear ;Ibe jest a!
EACOAAuI yOl h1I1, CduSC NOW > GlC ISShA
time when the hull thing spilled by a mite
O. keerlessness. Jest turn and turn, dear
first one, then the other, this away anC
that away. The idea of that pesky da'tel
O'm1ne tellin' me only mint ago sh'
knoWed it ID be lumpy and soft And Sal
ly, she's the most unfeelin'-''
''It's only her fun,'' said Sally.
| "FunH' echoed the veXed matron
t EEWa'al, it's mean kind o. fun, and ito
S sarve her right if she came out the littl
end of the horn yet. But we'n take kee
t o. the cream, won't we Sally ?''
'That we will, ma'am," said Sally
s warmly.
e 'EJest turn and turn, you know sale
n the poor woman, and went up the cellar
J. steps, not knowing that Destiny had som
:, work of her own to do that night, ant
had ruthlessly chosen the farmers wifi
s for the agent of her own discontinue
t At the top of the steps she met the youn
It squire. He said that, like the young VIC
: man in the ballad, he was weary of dan
cling, and proposed to have the old gam
y of Copenhagen-and could she tell hiI
It where he could get rope?
-e 'Why, yes,'' said Mrs. Crane, there
e one right down hear in the cellar. II
); git it, Will-that's right; hev all the fu
e you kin; you can't be young but once !;
l. and down she went into the cellar agaiT
n Now If she had only contented herse
ID with getting-the rope and handing it t
sc the young squire, who stood waiting {
the top of the steps, all would have bee
l. well. He had scarcely left Angelica's sic
the whole evening; he had whispered 10
lie of pretty things in her ears; he determil
g, ed to tap no hand but hers in the ring.
10 Mrs. Crane had only handed him the roI
s, without word but she couldn't help i
" poor woman; it was the fault of Destiny
De as I said before. Something compeIe
her to stand right at the foot of the stail
OF and whisper:
ct SKeep right on, Sally dear-turn al
ce turn, like a little lass.''
" And she might better have spoken alou
D. Her whisper was of that stentorian d
to scription that it cut the air; it fell swoC
de upon the ear of the young squire, al
ng presently he heard a sweet low voice
let reply
he He went back with the rope, in daz
he What was to be turned and turned, al
ne who was the turner? What Sally was
I'M that owned that sweet low voice? al
IS what sweet low voice owned that de
es- name of Sally? VIII Randall had be
Ill famous at school and college for solvil
problems; he never would, in fact, lea
Id one unsolved; and presently he sIipp
ng away from the rope, out of the room, a
ne made his way direct to the cellar dot
ge He opened it softly, closed it carefully |
of hind him, and went slowly down t
to steps. The bull's-eye of the furnace gil
ees ed at him as if the genious of fire with
Id, was bent upon some spree of his own o
ng of these days he heard squeak, sques
ust squeak, a little off in the dim distance, a
nd followed the mysterious noise, confide
S a it had something to do with that probe
up he was bent upon solving. He walk
is, on tiptoe, passing many a coal bin hear
ier to the top with coal; his locks brush
eat many a ham and tongue and juicy bit
llf bacon; he saw many hanging shelf fill
with Christmas cheer; it was fit to soft
me the heart of this young scion of no
old but impoverished house. The squeak
, it noise became more and more distinct.
nto turned the corner of liquor closet, a
] in suddenly he stood still because he could
of go on, his feet stopped; his pulse aim