St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-03-30

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derpOol, of all beings in the world, see
this dreadful relative-Mr. Vanderpool,
whose father belonged to the oldest of
KnickerbOcker families, and whose
mother was an F. F. v; who was so
fastidious and refined himselfl 1t took
only few seconds for this to rush
through their brains, when in Mr.. Van
derpOol walked. He was greeted in a
rather embarrassed manner by them
all, and inveigled into seat as far as
possible from Miss Jerusha, on pretense
of its being cooler by the window.
But Miss Jerusha didn't mean to be
left in the background-she got up from
her chair and stalked over to the group.
"Who's this young man ?" she bland
ly inquired, indicating Mr.. Vanderpool
with her cotton fOrefnger.
Mabel, with very red face, intro
duced "Miss Hevington," mentally
grateful that the name wasn't Mulkins
or SnOOks.
Mr.. VanderpoOl made an astonished
bow, but Miss Jerusha held out her
hand, and gave his an unmerciful grip,
exclaiming heartily, "Fm real glad to
see yer, mister. But see here, sis"-tO
Mabel-"I amt ashamed o. bein' your
cousin-yer might hev interdOOced me
as sich."
Then ordering Mr.. Vanderpool ''to
set down on the sofy," she took her
place beside him when he had Obeyed.
"Wa'al, now, l didn't spect to see
sich fine young feller the fust night
come-a/bea o. yourn, I s'pOse ?" she
said to Mabel, in loud voice. Mabel
wished that the earth would open and
swallow some one of the party.
"Wa'al, yer needn't git SO alfred
red; yer amt got no call to be ashamed
O. him; he seems a nice nuff kind O.
young man."
Mabel felt the cold shivers running
up and down her back, and thought she
knew the meaning of purgatory now.
Miss Jerusha, quite blissful, turned
to Mr.. VanderpOol, and put some
searching questions with regard to his
"trade." Mr.. Vanderpool politely an
swered that he was studying for the bar
"Hum! bartender; shouldn't hev
thought it," was Miss Jerusha's COM
ment.
The girls sat shuddering, and won
dering what was coming next. Mr.. and
Mrs. FentOn were holding a council OF
war in the back parlor.
Miss Jerusha was silent for the space
of three minutes, gazing upon Mr.. Van
derpOol with such ardent admiration
that he began to feel nervous.
you're awful like Linus Swinefield y
she exclaimed at length-"the fust beat
, l ever he'd. l knowed him when we
went to the deestrict school. They
useter call him Piggy then, and none o
the gals could bear the sight o. him
and when he growed up, | was the only
one who'd go to prayer-meetin' will
him. My stars but he was powerful
like you. He'd jest the same kinder
tow -colored hair, and kinder Witty
blue eyes. | was awful fond o. him.
She sighed, and edged little nearer
the now thoroughly uncomfortable Mr.
i. VanderpOol; then she sighed again, ant
/ edged still nearer you're dreadful
J like him." she said. and buried her fac,
in big red handkerchief, and, groan
ing, moved nearer still another groan
another sigh, made the girls rise in
fright. Was the woman crazy? Still
another sigh and groan wedged Mr.
Vanderpool against sharp corner o
= the sofa. He, somewhat alarmed, trieC
| W SCb up, NHCu MISS W III
spasmodic twitches all over her face
threw her arms around his neck, ex
claiming, cOnvulsively, my dear, dea
/ boy !"
Mr.. VanderpoOl indignantly struggle,
i. to release himself, but the clingin:
arms refused to be unlocked. Mabe
and Florence stood wringing thei
hands in despair. Mr.. and Mrs. Fentol
rushed to the rescue, and in the scuffl,
l that ensued, off came the poke bonne
and green veil, carrying with them tn
spectacles and gray hair-and ther
was TOMS curly brown head confessed
"Oh, Tom, you dreadful boy - crie'
the girls, as Tom sank down on tn
sofa shouting and shaking with laugh
ter.
1t took about the space of a lightnin;
flash for them to grasp the situation
t and such peals of laughter rang throug
the rooms that it is wonder the neigh
l bOrhoOd was not reused; but then
+ was hearty rather than noisy, and tha
e makes a wondrous difference.
b, Tom, with many chokes and roars
y told how he had managed, winding a
t with:
f ''Nurse and cook and old Tim acte,
t like regular trumps. How l did foe
+ you all but by JOve | thought l wa
q gone when Nab wanted to send up fo
d Dot she'd seen the rigging up in til
: nursery, you know, and she'd have lie
e it all out. Oh dear, it's the best fu
n I've had since left the academy. Whe
l called father Samuel | thonght
d would explode on the spot. Oh dear
: And, would you believe it ? the youn
i scamp persisted in wearing his Outra
u geOus get-up all the rest of the evening
: and when Mr.. VanderpOOl finally too
his leave, insisted upon escorting hir
:. to the door, where he bade him an al
e fectionate farewell, assuring him tha
: che was powerful like Linus Swine
g field"
e In the learned city of Boston reside
n most accomplished and beautiful Ia
d dy, whose tOilettes all bear the STAN
: of Worth, and who will be somewhf
!. astonished should she chance to rea
O this sketch, for her maiden name VIZ
Jerusha Hevington.
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!. BLUE GLASS EXPERIMENTS.
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