Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1877-12-24

thing around you, Miss Lutte
Bring me my shawl out of the hall,
then" said Miss Lutte, rising and shak-
ing out her draperies. "Grandpa, you
had better go in now; it is getting cool
out here"
''Child, you oughtn't to 60 out this
late in the evening"" said grandpa, anx-
iously. "Reuben, it is too cool for her to
go out, is it not ?''
Cousin Lutte thinks she knows what
is best for her." said the doctor, dis
family.
"I'm going to wrap up well, grandpa,
said Lutte, taking the shawl feecy,
shite thing-from Mr.. Spurs hand,
and arranging it around her becoming
ly. "Please let me go;'' and she kissed
and hung around him in a way that came
near making Richard Spur crazy.
"Well. go along. then." said grand
pa, looking at her fondly. 81 don't
see why she lets that young Spur 60
with her SO much" he continued, as
they walked off arm in arm. 81 hope
she won't fall in love with him."
81 don't see how she could" respond
ed Reuben, watching them rather grim
ly. "She has too much sense to fall in
love with such a rattlebrain as be-"
my dear boy, said grandpa, slowly,
"did you ever hear of woman using
her sense when she was in love7 The
smarter they are, the greater fools it
makes them. The loveliest woman 1
ever knew made herself an idiot over an
ugly little hightempered wretch-and
married him, too. Never be surprised
at anything woman may do when she
is In love-"
The doctor lighted cigar and puffed
away in thoughtful silence. He finish
ed the cigar, and grandpa went in to
bed, and to sleep, and to snore but the
promenaders did not return. He tossed
the blazing stump away, muttered some
thing that was not exactly a benedic.
ton, and marched off to bed with very
resolved air and much rougbened
forehead.
The next afternoon was so tempting
that Lutte found it impossible to sit il
the house and work. 1t seemed sir
to stay indoors while there was SO much
sunshine and such fresh green outside
So she put on her sun-bonnet and with
"Endymion in one hand and her fish
ing tackle In the otner, set OUT IOr Int
pond to spend the afternoon in way
after her own heart. "Farra's Pond,
as it was called. was the admiration
and envy of the whole county. 1t was il
deep hollow, shaded by beautiful trees
and was so large that strangers Otter
mistook it for lake, much to old Mr.
Farra's delight. 1t had been dug b,
the present owners father when the ad
| joining city was but humble village
1t was favorite resort of Lute's, partl
on account of the fine fish In which
abounded, and partly because of its ow
lovely quletness.
She went to the skiff, put her bait il
and then got in herself, unloosed it. an
padded out beyond the shadows of th
trees into the warm sunshine. Sh
took in her paddle and laid it across ht
lap, baited her hook, and dropped
gently into the water, elevated her fe,
on the seat in front of her, and bega
to enjoy herself greatly.
After while she began to read,
first with her attention divided betwee
her bobblng cork and her book, but Il
book soon got the best of it. The We
turesome fish nibbled away at her ba
without her noticing it; but finally
big fellow got the hook in his unfort
nate mouth, and gave the line such
jerk as to bring her back from the ella
sic shades of Mount Latmos. 1t d
not, however, bring her back without
start, and that start sent the paddle
her lap spinning into the water, al
came very near sending her book aft
it, but it fortunately fell into the botto
of the boat instead. Lutte was too ke
fisher woman to waste thought
such trifing things as paddles and boo
at such moment as this. Her who
heart was on the end of her line. Aft
! dozen Intellectual efforts, in which s
came near. capsizing her little skif, S
brought the fish out of the water. pal
ing and wriggling, and regarded b
| in triumph.
/. "What beauty!' T. she said, dis,
gaging her hook from his mouth. "H
e the biggest one | ever caught here.
must weigh at least five pounds" Lut
!. ideas of weight were defective. "Wo
e Ben be jealous!- There, old fellow,
there. Now I must get that plagJ
t paddle y
9 But that plagued paddle was far
yond her reach now, and was float
. TRANQUILITY off to shore.
o '.It's good thing that there's anot
}. in the bottom of the boat, or [ shol
v be in bad fix," soliloquized Lutte,