The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-01-20
rConclnded from First Pare.

1t was a pleasant day, and yet not 30 en-
chanting as he had promised himself; and
he was not very sorry to be once more at
home, and meet Fred's jovial face at the
cheerful tes-table.
Then came the old routine of hunting
and fishing for a few days more, till at lest
the good people of Ardley concluded to get
up a grand picnic at Long Pond. Every
body was to be there, old and young and
the TaYlors entered heartily into prepare
tons for the occasion by providing an un-
told amount of eatables, both dainties and
eubstantials. The eventful day arrived,
and alter spending a wearisome morning
in helping Fred to build tables In the grove
where the supper was to be spread, Wes-
ton sought his room for a bath and a nap,
before the family should be ready to set
out.
Half-dozing on the lounge, he became
suddenly conscious of Lucy'e voice coming
up again from Cousin Barbara's room. He
started up in nervous dread, with the men
tai exclamation
"Why on earth can't she keep away from
here on this day ?" But there was nothing
at all terrifying in Lucy's gentle tones.
cousin Barbra, please put a pin in my
collar for me-do and another in my sash
behind"
Weston subsidized but unmerciful Cousin
Barbara-there seemed to be no evading
her argus eyes.
"Of all things, Lucy Taylor haven't you
finished this dress yet ?-aud worn 1t so
many timesp Here's the skirt only pinned
and basted on; and, aS true as | live, no
COrding on the neck y
"Well," SAID Lucy, not one bit disturbed,
"who will be the wiser for what is under
M pNllorg Ind NOst abal opp hOvu piOa1u
my sash covers the skirt. There, now
don't look as rcat as a pin p
Cousin Barbara muttered something
about "3ohited sepulcdres" that Weston did
not stop to hear, for he seized his hat and
rushed frsnticaily into Fred's room, aston
ishing that worthy Into an impolite exclam-
alton.
Tvs so hot in my ROOM said Weston
apologetically.
"Ill warrant Cousin Barbara has got up
a hot fire. said Fred, laughing. 81 dou't
believe that woman was ever warm in her
lite. She ought to live in the Torrid Zone,
wherever that is"
Every one said it was a delightful picnic,
AID that Lucy Taylor never looked pretlicr
in her life than she did in her dress of deli
cate blue, and the few white flowers in her
hair. Weston, too, looked admiringly up
on her but he walked and danced with
her in constant terror, lest, by some un-
lucky step, he might bang to light the Sc
crets concealed by the sash about her slen-
der waist, and he found h,mielf glancirg
nervously at her collar, lest it might by
Home chance become unfastened.
"NVhat ii she were my wife?' he said to
himself "sbe would keep me in continual
martyrdom."
The next day Weston astonished the Tay-
lors by announcing his immediate return to
the city. as his presence was needed at the
hank. Fred demonstrated vigorously-the
Squire politely urged his further hospitall-
tics, and Lucy was secretly disappointed
but, in spite Of all, the portmantcau was
packed, and the numbering hack directed to
call in season for the evening train.
81 dare not trust 'pysClf another day"
said Weston, mentally, 'Ior ! should for
get everything, and make myself snd Lucy
miserable for life
s. Henry Weston came no more to Ard
ley, and the village gossips looked and
waited in vain for tokens of an approach
ing wedding at Squire Taylor's. After
awhile they settled down in the conviction
shat the promised match was really given
up bu; the wiseat of them never could
conjecture 1chy Lucy Taylor lost her lover.