Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-07-31
VOL. XXXV.

chrysasthemum blossoms she had fastene
at her breast. She brushed it away. &" N
tear shall sully the pure whiteness of tn
tlower he loved so WE'LL she said softly
" He loved me, too, and I'll not aim th
eyes he loved by crying. He trusted M
hat | would wait patiently until he coul
honorahy speak. And l will not fai
him." she added proudly, as turning I
her mirror she wiped away the tenrs iron
her cheeks and smiled hopefully into tn
answering glass. I'm honor bound," sh
repeated slowly. Yes, those were hi
words: must free my fathers memor,
from reproach before think of nv owl
happiness. No stain must rest upon hi
name. am his only son. | am in homo
bound.'n
Her face grew radiant as she repeated
the brave. heroic words, although sh
knew that those words in their deiberat,
utterance had placed years and dstanc,
between her and the man she loved.
Bending over drawer in her burear
she took from a little casket faded flower
and pressed it to her lips
Poor little withered blooui," she sait
pityingly. Where is your twin. won
del |' Then returning il to its case she
| said. more chaprfnlly. it is safe. am
sure; and 1t comforts and cheers me. Ye
were our only love gifis-pure. brave
blossoms of the autumn, blooming cheeri.
~ on through wintry days. I'll heed your
lesson, dear chrysanthemums, and bravely
and patiently wait. for know my love il
worthy"
Her fathers voice in the hall below an
0nnnptlI that hn in, ...t
II brighter smile than she had worn that
day she hastened to join him. The ride
over the undulating prairie, in the mellow
haze of the balmy afternoon, was delicious
y soothing. The parridges drummed and
whirred in the meadows. and along the
field edges; plover and snipe and black
bird flew up here and there at the sound of
he ponies feet; squirrels eyed them sauci-
y from boughs of the overhanging trees
rs they entered the wood road and prairie
chickens scampered hurriedly into the
matted grass in the timber edges us they
neared them, seeking their food in the fer.
tile ridges.
Its mild and warm as September"
said the colonel, unbuttonng his riding
coat. "Only think, puss, of snow a foot
deep in Boston to-day. see by the St.
Louis papers they We had Jack Frost touch
ing up matters in pretty lively style there.
too. Ours is the climate. Isnt it Doyeyp"
The colonel WINS lop.l IN Tho .ta,o os'h;,
adoption, and proud of his particular
" garden spot" as he was wont to desip
nate his county.
"'Tis very lovely" said Lima. "And
I'm thankful for these CAMPERS sake that
it is. Think of campnp ont in the snowi
Ugbr' And Lima shiv4red at the tbongb,
Here we are at the camp.n said her
father, turning u curve in the road. And
u hard looking rio i, il. Tennessee or
North Carolina ri wager. Look at Won
oxen, and those lead mules. Crow baits
crow bats. VOW ought to have brought
il sack of oats and a bushel or two of
corn. Here, Sambo," he called to his
black boy, who, curled up under lhe back
seat of the wagon, had managed thus TO
accompany them. J." lump out and hold the
ponies. Will YOU sit in the wagon, Lima.
while 90 up and prospect?"
"Oh no. indeed, papa. I see women
and children. Let me take this small
basket and 90 with Won. | won't scare
any of them"
"Donno bout dat ar Miss Linv." grin
ned Sambo. dat ar pickaninny White
chile DUN look like she nigh bout skeart
ter def already. Hoo! Deyse trash dey
is"
And in truth the first impressions of the
people were not such us 10 excite
hope OF meeting beings very high in the
scale Of intelligence. Three covered
wagons stood at short distance from the
lire, around which two women in linsey
gowns and calico sunbonnels were prepar-
lag some sort of a decoction. The pun
gent odor of simmering herbs suggested
the idea Of medicine, AZ least to the oltac
,ories of Sambo, who shifted disgustfu y.
like pottekerry shop.
Col. Everard approaching the only man
in sight, long, ank, clay complexioned
individual, saluted him, and said, You We
been up here long enough TO warrant MS
in paying you neighborly call, reckon.
Any thing gone wrong?'
"Wal, no, Missouri responded the
man, taking the clay pipe from between
his teeth Not mole'n luck, l allow.
Yes, weuns hev bin cunsid able spell in
these parts, an | allow we'd orter be
maxim tracks. But luck's luck, Missouri,
an | don't see no headway list at this |
present"
Thinking of locating about here?'
asked the colonel.
''Wal, not right about here, edzackly. |
Not all of us, anyway" said the man
vaguely. "But," he added, glancing at
)ne of the wagons, upon the front seat of
which could be seen the figure of AN aged
negless, Il allow we have got Il consid =
able set back. My ole woman here, an
Aunt Polly yander Indicating his ole
and the negress by Jerk OF |
his head in the direction of each" they
allow TO pull him through, but ef these
yarbs don't work I'll give him up fer gone. |
Faint no use. lie was powerful handy,
too, was Yank, an Pa haze like pzen ter
see him 90; but lucks luck, Missouri, anu
her ain I no dodgn' it,
While the colonel was trying TO draw
some information from the staunch believ-
,r in luck, Lima had Introduced herself to
he women at the lire, and told her kindly
srrand.
They had received her offering with II
simple heartedness that had encouraged
Ter 10 make some further advances. In