Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-06-15

were a disappointment. "The prizes were
given an hour ago." the man said who
opened the gate TO them. "No, Mrs. Leigh
don't know who got the first for the i'm
plements, but they're all in line up there
-ticketed. Young Mr.. Leigh7 Oh, he's
down with the crowd yonder, watching the
horse-jumping."
''Sball we go to Philip" said Mrs. Leigh
anxiously, "or shall we look at the tick cts
ourselves2 Tell me, Nell"
"Oh, the Instruments" said Eleanor, de-
cidedly; 50 they left the crowd far away on
their lett, and went up 10 the long line oi
agricultural implements, on whose forks
and blades the sun was shining down in
flashes Of light.
At first they looked at every ticket, until
Mrs. Leigh grew furried aud nervous, and
they found that they were getting on terri
bly, slowly.
II shall not look at one more, Nell" she
said, "until 1 come 10 Philips, and then l
shall know the worst at once. You have
seen it my dear. What is it like2"
"Do you see a bright scarlet thing at the
very top2" said Eleanor. "That is Phil
ip's model, Mrs. Leigh let us go straight
to it,"
So they walked quietly up the line of im-
plements, keeping the scarlet model stead
lily before them. And at last they stood be-
side it, aud looked across ii at one another.
The ticket bad fallen forward, so that the
number was hidden, and Eleauor's eyes
grew dazzled as she looked al the brilliant
white against the brilliant red.
Turn it over, Nell" said Mrs. Leigh,
nervously; "my hand shakes"
Eloanor's hand did not shake at all. She
stretched it cut and turned great black /,
that stood staring at them from the centre
Of the white.
"lst prize, said Mrs. Leigh, with sudden
tears in her eyes.
~ knew it," said Eleanor, under her
breath.
"Are you proud Of him now ?" said Sir
James Garnet, ten minutes later, as be stood
beside Mrs. Leigh aud the model. "Irs a
wonderful thing
I'm very glad" said Mrs. Leigh, tear
fully; sits commoner kind Of thing than
wished for him, Sir James, but I'm glad
he's done we'll"
Common p said Sir James; II don't
know about that. Have you seen it work,
Mrs. Leigh? It's the very perfection of
work manship. Why, the lads a genius p
a genius!
Quick as light the remembrance flashed
through Mrs. Leigh of a summer morning
five. e.and-twenty years ago, when little
Philip made a vow over his torn copy
book. 1t showed her by the light of that
one word, her years of unavailing fretting
and wasted regret-her vain attempts TO
turn his talents into other grooves, and al
ter the work of his life. And now, as Sir
James said, his genius had grown and
tiourished above and through ii all.
"My dear boy" she said, turning impet-
uously round toward him, "you must for
give ne having tried TO thwsrt you all your
lile-for having hated your models as 1
have done. was so ignorant, Philip"
"Well, he's all right now," said the
Squire heartily land bless me, Mrs Leigh,
how like his father he is, to be sure"
Yes, only his fathers hair was almost
while at twenty seven, and Philips was
brown, and soft and curly.
That evening Philip and Eleanor stood
on the wooden bridge, where the other
Philip had stood with Phoebe so many
years ago, and they said-but what they
said no one has any right to know; only
they came home hand in hand across the
common, when the night was falling; and
Mrs. Leigh, standing in the glow of the
cottage lamp, was glad TO hear their foot
falls on the quiet path-was glad TO so in 10
the lamplight, and close the door, for,
standing iu the solemn stiffness of the au-
tumn night, she could not help but realize
how lonely The great wide world may be for
all lis stars.-Hdrpe''S Weekly.