St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-01-05

soul and judge of character. really
don't think [ can do better-under the
circumstances-than make you Mrs.
NOkes. But there's one thing about
which l must caution you. l perceive
you are too soft-hearted, and it must
be distinctly understood between us
that you never attempt to intercede
with me for my nephew Charles. You
wouldn't succeed, of course, but if
got fond of you it would be annoying.
When you become my wife you will
keep your carriage, and l confidently
expect that you will behave as other
people do in that station of life, and
show no weakness in favor of your
poor relations"
Susan did not answer this directly,
but promised in very earnest and CRATE
it, to my uncle in all respects, if it
should please him to take so humble
parsonage as herself to wife.
''That's well said" replied my uncle;
''you have pleased me already, my
dear, in a good many ways" and just
as he was-well, if it had been the
Montmorenci, one would have SAID i'm
printing a salute upon her alabaster
forehead-there suddenly appeared the
French landlady.
"Coquine abominabIe ~ cried she to
Susan.
''That's true," said my uncle, Hthe
cooking here is most abominable but
why does she come here to tell us so 2
What is she raving about, Susan 7"
Susan did not quite like to say, for
her mistress had mistaken the situation,
and was giving her some very hard
words in the French language. So she
only answered, "She is angry because
l am not doing my work on the second
hoOr.n
"Tell her," cried my uncle, "to go to
the ground floor" Then, perceiving
how matters stood, and that Susan was
suspected of levity, he added, "Tell
her that we are going to be married.
that within the week you will be Mrs.
Nathaniel Nokes."
Then Susan, who was quite certain
that the landlady would never believe
that, informed her that my uncle was
her father, who had suddenly recog-
nized in her his long lost child.
"MilOI, do congratulate you," cried
the landlady "Susan, you will never
| IOl SCO W UuC
My uncle kept his word, for before
six days were over Susan was Mrs.
Nokes. There are marriages of con-
venience, and there are marriages Tor
there used to be) of affection; / hardly
know under which of these heads to
place this particular union. Necessity
did certainly in manner dictate it
and the circumstances under which il
took place were very ludicrOus but
few marriages of romance have proba-
bly, turned out half so well. So far as
Clara and l were concerned. he might
just as we'll have married the Mont
morenci-Gs zoe thought he had done, fol-
of course, we did not hear from him tC
the contrary, nor had he the mora
courage to inform his friends that any
change had been made in his matrimo.
nial arrangements.
} They only knew that he was married
and took it for granted that it was Il
! the high born young woman to whom
he had been engaged. My uncle wa
doubtless Il great deal happier as i
was. He used to say to himself at th,
t Office every day over the bottles, She
worth eight hundred dozen of the Othe
one. There was something wrong abou
that MOntmOrenci vintage, for all it
sparkle. Now, my Susan's all good
5 she is good the first day and she i
good the second day good every day
She's like port, all the better for keep
, ing; and she's not like port, becaus
there's no crustiness about her. An,
she's no fool, neither, though she dom
r play the piano and things"
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and had not been discovered by ''Soci
= ety. in the neighborhood of The Tama
S risks to have been inferior in position
= to themselves. She always spoke i
e French, which though it was not GOO
d French, was good deal better tha
( that OF her visitors, and that of cOurs
I was her chief safeguard. My uncle ha
s never boasted to his country neighbor
+ of his brides accomplishments but b
}. feared above everything the nOur whic
y should bring down to The Tamarisk
: those friends from the city who wer
|, always wanting to know when the
were going to have the pleasure {
J, hearing her play and sing, and of seein
: her beautiful sketches in oil.
: Clara and | and Chickabiddy wei
= by this time in very disconsolat
condition, and matters were going yer
It hard with us. We were "going under
d as the gradual sinking in the soci;
# scale is significantly termed, and ft
my part | had given up all hope
coming up again. But my wife ws
it still of good heart. She had alwa
h clung to the notion that if she coul
o have got speech with my uncle 81
could have softened him toward u
while after his marriage she had a,
l. tually believed it possible that an al
peal to his newly married wife migl
g prove successful. She had therefor
II written her letter which came bac
to us-not, indeed, unopened, as th
81 to my uncle had done, because the n
cipient had not been forewarned again
} it, but without one word of reply.
30 After that experience it seemed
rs me mere midsummer madness to pers
re we're, but Clara thought otherwise.
r shall make personal appeal to he
Id Charles with Chickabiddy" Her a
E. was that of a general who summons b
10 picked troops-the reservoir a la
I'd charge. Napoleon at Waterloo, callil
r up the Old Guard, might have worn
rs similar expression of countenance.
e, was very touching to see her confden
in the attractions that this poor lit
wee thing (because it was all in all
l. herr would have for stranger, but th
ne did not prevent me from perceiving t
ne hOpelessness of it.
lis "My DEAR" said 1, "never go with
IN baby to woman who has not got OIL
We have heard it is true, she is char
ad able," flor tidings to that effect HI
k reached us from her country neighbor
y, "but we are not the sort of poor
ad racommand ourSalvaS to bar ohio nj