Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1876-03-23


hev all the fun you kin you can't b.
young but once ! and down she Wen
into the cellar again.
Now if she had only contented her
self with getting the rope and hand
ing it to the young squire, who stood
waiting at the top of the steps, oil
would have been well. He had
scarcely left Angelica's side thu
whole evening he had whispered
lots OF pretty things in her ears hi
determined to tap no hand but hers
in the ring. If Mrs. Crane had onl,
handed him the rope without word
but she couldn't help it, poor woman
it was the fault of Destiny, as SAID
before. Something compelled her tc
stand right at the foot of the stairs
and whisper.
keep right on, Sally dear-turr
and turn, like good little lass
And she might better have spoken
aloud. Her whisper was of that
stentorian description that it cut the
air it fell swoop upon the ear of the
young squire, and presently he heard
sweet low voice in reply.
Yes, ms'am, I'll attend to il
nicely
He went back with the rope, in a
daze. What was to be turned and
Curned, and who was the turner
What Sally was it that owned that
sweet low voice and what SWEEP
low voice owned that dear name
of Sally ? Will Randall had been
famous at school and college for solv-
ing problems he never would, in
fact, leave one unsolved and pres
emily he slipped away from the rope.
out of the room, he made his way
direct to the cellar door He opened
it softly, closed it carefully behind
hin, and went softly down the steps
The bulls eye of the furnace glared
at him as if the genius 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 mys-
terious noise, confident it had some
thing to do with that problem he was
bent upon solving. He walked on
tiptoe, passing many coal bin heap
ed 10 the top with coal ; his locks
brushed many ham and tongue and
juicy bit of bacon he saw many a
hanging shelf filled with Christmas
cheer; it was fit to soften the heart
of this young scion of a noble but
impoverished house. The squeaking
noise became more and more distinct
He turned the corner of liquor
closet, and suddenly he stood still,
because no couldn't get 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
woman pcrched upon an old broken
hen coop, her black dress tucked up
out of the water that escaped from
half dozen freezers around her; her
little right hand turning one freezer,
her little left hand turning another;
her soft silky yellow hair all pulled
above her pretty head-that yellow
hair, that would match exactly with
the exquisite color of the one holding
the place of honor among all his locks
of hair /; her sweet lips parted with
anxiety for the fate of the cream. as
they had parted long ago with a
lar deeper and warmer anxiety
those sweet, sweet lips !! Could it be ?
Oh, was it mis- own little Sally-his
one, only Sally, the pure idol of his
boyish love? Oh, what divine,
rapturous problem was thus given
him to solve?
That pumping apparatus about his
heart began to work again with a
will. lie crept around the liquor
closet, between the freezers, and put
ting one hand upon Sally's lips, with
the other drew her close upon his
heart.
Hush, darling, he whispered lit
is Will-your own faithful Will.
Oh, Sally Sally !
Her little falling head he caught in
time, and kissed her fainting lips to
life. He said more in minute to
Sally than he bad whispered all the
night above. He decided her fate
and his own in the twinkling Of an
eye. and unblushingly believed he
was but fulfilling all the vows of long
ago under the walnut.tree. As for
Sally shy, blushing, trembling Sally
she was in rapture of bewilder
ment, of JOY and bliss, that is seldom
reached by mortals, until suddenly
the cellar door opened then, indeed,
the crimson in Sally's cheeks paled,
the stentoran whisper of Mr.. Crane
was heard upon the steps;
sit must be jest right now. It's
turnin', you know, long enough
now ; it kin set by, and Sally might
Jest as well as not hev little fun.
lay any thing it's toe pri'nest stuff
you ever see.
tThe cream is spoiled whispered
Sally, her big, loving, fearful, happy
eyes fixed upon Wills.
Not bit of it, said her champion.
And although that cream was GER
tainly lumpy and a little soft, viii de-
clared it the best he ever tasted, or
would taste for the remainder Of his
life ; and as the cream was made for
him, why, what did it matter I?
Angelica, having plenty of strings
to her bow, didn't mourn over il
grievously but poor Mrs. Crane
from that time forward bought bel
cream at Towers.
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