Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1876-06-02

WHIPS hung against the wall, and over the
mante-picce was photograph Of fine
chestnut mare. Under it was written, "Be-
ing Mr.. Hunters favoritc mare, who died IN
her 18th year" A short way on was a
photograph Of Mrs. Hunter in full holiday
costume. A large Bible and photograph
album lay upon the table.
Seton mechanically opened the album.
Here was tinted photograph OF young
girl with profuse gold riuglets, large, round
face and meaningless blue eyes. Under il
was written, "PIesented to Miss Hunter by
her afectionate friend, Isabella Grant"
Poor Isabella How many honest country
hearts, | wonder, had she caused to ache
while the hair was gold and the buxom fig
ure still shapely
For want Of something better to do, Seton
began TO write letter but he made slow
way with it. For minutes together he sat
holding the pen listlessly in his hand, lean
ing his arm YEARLY upon the table listening,
as we all listen when we are alone to what
sounds may be going en- near us, from feel
ing which is not curiosity, but overpower-
ing.
Suddenly what must have been a very
light vehicle dashed swiftly down the road
and drew up with great precision at the door
Of the house, while the voice Of q new conner
became audible. Seton, however, could
catch only few disconnected words, such as
"caught in the -delicate--shelter-
closed carriage"
Then the door opened, the landlord pre-
scented himself upon the threshold and said,
in very pointed manner, "If you please, sir,
a young lady driving over to Covington in q
light open carriage has been caught in the
rain, and her servant want to know if can
give her a sitting.room while he drives back
for closed carriage"
"And this is the only one you have 2" re-
Joined Seton. "Oh ask her in by all means
However, am sorry the room smells so Of
smoke" he added, knocking the ashes from
his pipe.
Don't you mention it, sir, aud thank you
very much, replied the landlord, retiring.
10 another moment the door opened again
and the unexpected intruder entered-a lady
tall aud very graceful, having pale Madon.
na-like face, and gold hair, shining like an
aureole round a small, classical head. Sc
toms face had grown white to the lips, and
his voice had quivered perceptibly as extend
ing his hand, he said -
This is a very unexpected meeting"
"Very unexpected" echoed the lady, re-
moving her wet mantle, and sitting down OF
the worn leather sofa. The recognition haC
been mutual, but women, as a rule, are more
sef.composed than men.
"Let me recommend this chair" said Sc,
ton, laying his hand upon the one from
which he had Just risen.
mo thank you; prefer sitting away
from the fire."
81 am sorry the room should smell so o
tobacco" observed Seton, after a pause
"but you see, did not expect visitor"
She smiled rather forced smile by way
Of answer, and Seton folded deliberately anC
put into an envelope sheet of blank paper
1.-The country is very beautiful arouu,
here" he observed, writing his own name
with great care, upon the envelope.
1--WE have only been back from Europ,
about six weeks" she observed after pause
MAMMA has taken a house near G..
was driving over to Covington this morning
and was caught in the rain and induced Il
ask for shelter here"
II lana now Is n1rs. OlareHelu
"Mamna is quite we'll, thank you" Then
after pause, in a full, sweet, low contraltC
/ voice, which had ring Of infinite pathos
, "Are you stopping here ?"
: Hardly" said Seton, with an assumption
of gayety in his tone; "but I'll tell you al
: about it, My friends kindly took it into their
heads that | was sticking too closely t
work-that wanted fresh air and exercis
c so they bound me over, on my word q
honor, to walk from C 10 this plac
n daily. | acquiesce in everything now, so @
e course acquesced in this, and this is m
il first day of hard labor and imprisonment"
4 "But you used" began the lady; the
e she coored little, and seemed unwilling t
j finish her sentence; "you used to be so fon
: OF walking"
' but man changes good deal in thre
] years." he replied YEARLY.
B. Then came long silence, broken at las
q by the pop of an ale cork, at which the
started as if an explosion had taken place.
f. ooh! you grow used to it IN time" oil
served Seton.
- 1t seemed impossible to imagine these tw
persons, more formal to each other in manne
!, than the most distant acquaintance, coul
j. ever have been passionate aud devoted loN
r ers. What thought had they, wonder, q
Il they sat together and yet so far apart, OF tn
old days wherein love led them, aud all wa
= well 1t would weary you, dear reader, an
to no purpose, were l to set down here tn
It dreary common places with which these tw
: tried to beguile the time for over an hour
At length, worn out by the arduOus effort
II trying to entertain each other while the
e thoughts were SO far away they took relug
10 silence and the wind roared, and til
d rain lashed the window, and the dusk can
n on prematurely, aud Seton looking out
the cheeress prospect, shivered as with tn
d cold. Then that other person in the ROOF
r, rose very quietly and stirred the fire into
K blaze, and resumed her seat on the sofa.
e mo, you shouldn't really" said Setol
d not turning round, however, though with
K look Of great pain upon his face 1t is VOL
e deriul what suffering some small, common
d place word or action may cause. What VII
lie tas of impossible joys again, may not opC
up to us
n. 81 suppose the carriage will soon be back,
Y said Alice presently, and speaking with C
in fort, land our new coachman drives 30 las
70 ! too"
10 "Yes, and your term of Imprisonment wi
a soon be up" rejoined Seton, resting his arm
upon the mAntel. piece, and examining vii
y critical interest the photograph Of Mr.. HUI
ID ter's defunct mare.
is GLOW the time passes !" said Alice, in
q low voice, as if speaking to herself. TIL,
le with sudden energy al cannot tell when "
l. shall meet again, Before we part, answ
me one question. You are looking worn an
:; 80 weary-are you happy2'
b, Now he stood before her, aud through ii
~ ~ dusk and the freight his eyes flashed G
1 | her 40 he anih In a low harsh wilma mErn