Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-05-31

| his Stutc OF dUauS COulu NOV ldst
always. As Daniel grew softer, his
father grew harder, till one fatal
night, exasperated beyond measure at
the then object of his sons affection
a country milliner who couldn't make
bread he willed his snug little farm
to a widowed sister, vowing that not
cent of his property should be used
for the support OF 'that doll with
blows in her bunnet !" 1t was a harsh
aud cruel act but the old man was
rendered spiteiul by week of sleep
less nights. in which Daniel had given
vent to his tumultuous emotion in
practicing "Ossian'a Serenade,' and
'Tbe Lone, Starry Hours" on crack
ed flute.
Soon after Daniel was disinherited,
the milliner discovered that she chad
not known her own mind" and, the
month following, Mr., Kilgore the eld.
er settled his last remaining obliga,
ton the debt of Misunderstanding his
only son bruised in heart and berett
of fortune. For few days Daniels
flute walled forth the most doletul
tunes, among which could be distin-
guished, "Ill hang my harp on the
willow-tree, and, "As on some lonely
buildings top !" but gradually it gil
ded into livelier airs, till finally, taking
up the ecstaeulogy Of Squire Jones
Daughter" 1t thus proclaimed its
owners restoration to his usual health
and spirits.
Then, hearing that work was plenty
here, Daniel came to Quigsby, and
thus Mrs. Mosely secured a gardner,
and the village clocks regulator for
being gifted with ingenuity, Daniel,
on rainy days, picked up an occasional
sixpense in putting broken jewelry in
order, or in repairing old umbrellas.
SO it tell out that evening that he
was seated on the porch-step at Miss
Patences feet, mending her large
square breast, pin (Which looked like
an old-tashioned tombstone), while
she solemnly knitted away at a black
stocking
"You broke this kind of curious,
remarked Daniel, polishing the mon
umental slab on the cuff Of his lef,
sleeve.
81 didn't break it, sighed Miss Pa
tence, as if it were regret to her
"When was stopping at the Wldo"
Getchells, her grandchild was pos
sessed to play with that pin, and whel
l was having one of my sinking spells
he got i; and pounded it with a flat
ircn."
"Widow Getchell, at Shy Corner
Why, she's my aunt, and she s living
on my fathers farm! Do you know
. her?'
"Just as well as l do Mrs. Mosely,
said Miss Patience, 1--we just bee
, making her a little visit. She hadn
, fairly got settled after moving, so
~ took right hold and helped her, and
remember l brought on that spell b.
y looking over her wool and paper rags
6 She felt awtully about my pin, an
, brought along this yarn I'm knitting
:, and would make me take it,"
= II want to know! !" said Daniel, VIII
l. always adopted either the lnterrog
tive or explanatory style in converse
g ton.
d M IS, your aunt is an awful kin
J. woman" pursued Miss Patience, paus
;. inc at the seam needle. 81 kno,
" when / felt little better, and bega
] to wind the yarn on an old letter,
8 got cut OF the rags, she took the bal
G and would finish it for me, because
c looked just gone she said.
II Daniel was so touched by his aunt
a kindness that he pressed the melaI
choly brooch into Miss Hitchins'
It hand, begging her mot to mention til
Il trouble"
J. This was the first Of many happ
: evenings spent by him on the ol
It porch at Miss Patience's feet. Nevt
O before were Mrs. Moseley's tools in {
t fac condition; for in the twiligt
y of Miss Patience's smile the jovi.
# Daniel fitted rake-teeth and whittle
d hoe-handles with astonishing ardo,
n and as the dews grew heavy, and II
!, bats were fitting, he would posses
b himself of the gradually-d -diminishin
is black ball, and slowly unwind it, whi
is Miss Patience, guarded from Il
II dampness by heavy shawl, as slow
'e knit.
q For Daniel was in love aoain. an