Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1877-04-27

"Why, sir, you told mo you had planted
oypress-vine seeds there"
80 | did !" said the minister, and after
a pause, allow would verbenas look climbing
up the sides Of the the stoop 2"
40 dear, very nice IL they could, but they
only creep" laughed Hebe.
"Well, well, see l am not fit even 10
make suggestions. just draw little plan Of
two or three beds, with the varieties OF flow.
ers suited TO them, aud | will work Il out.
Now l want to walk you across the fields to
the bend 10 the brook where there are more
violets than you could press 10 my library"
IL was strange walk. Hebe thought Of
the times she had walked from Sunday school
with him, talking OF the lesson and the little
duties TO which il pointed, aud wondered why
that should be so different from going TO
look at vloets. The very grass had strange
feeling under her feet and what mons
trous thug seemed stile to get over, when
the minister, Of whom one stands in so much
awe for all bis kindness, is holding out q
helpful hand AT the second stile he stopped
eusconced Hebe in sunny angle Of the rail
fence, and said, in answer TO her questioning
look,
"Hebe, l must take il back-the name
gave you last night"
Eyes" said Hebe, II know it,"
An assent so ready, and given in tone Of
such quiet, sad convection, took him quite
aback. Nature had stolen march on tho
minister, and revealed this thing to the girl
by one Of those flashes of perception that re-.
veal new truths SO absolutely in all their
bearings aud sequences to the soul, that il
accepts them without surprise.
"You know it, Hebe-how 2"
al feel it can't-tell-" said the girl,
quiveringly, and peeling tho lichens from the
fence.
1t was Infinitely worse than saying the
catcchism to him-only the catechist him.
self seemed strangely at a loss for the next
question.
"Shall answer for you 10 child If the
little daughter Of last night might sometime
in years to come-bc happy as my little
WIFE,"
think Hcbe will never forget just how,
when one is half blind with joy, the yellow
disc Of a dandelion swells into golden mush.
room, aud how lark lifts tho happy heart
to heaven on thread Of song.
For spring was everywhere-a tiny cup
ful Of spring in every buttercup--a uestiul
Of it wherever married birds were beginning
life; but nowhere such radiant, perfect
spring as in Hebe's eyes.
"Lt is only relic Of college vanity, and
has no associations but those we give it now,
said the minister, slipping thin gold ring
from his finger to Hebo's; "large isn't il I
Well, il will stand the better Tor two things /:
that you can never get outside the circle Of
my love, aud yet-you see how easily it
slips Oft must never bind you TO mis-
take"
The small finger has been growing since
then, growing quite to the measure Of the
golden circle; and it has found out no mis-
take as yet. Only lately, walking through
the same fields, Hebe said.
''See what good fit it isl"
"Perfect," said the minister; "and this
is good quiet place to practice in. Let me
see,-'With all my worldly goods thee en-.
dow"
"I'm glad l shall not have to promise
that" broke in Hebe with = mischievous
twinkle.
"And why So pray, Hebe Bliss :"
because couldn't didn't l put my
last cent into those jumblcs, sir 2"-Seri6.
leT's Moathlv.