Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1878-03-20
WOODSTOCK w. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 90, 1878

broad'brimmed straw hat, aud u Will
In his hand,
"This way, them" said he, "Tht
wagons waiting, and wen have ia
look lively to get there before dark,
Rosie's heat began to ieel triilC
less heavy as they left the suburbs o.
the city behind and emerged into the
open fields, with stacks Of corn CLEAN
ing like gold from the hillsidcs, and
all the woods ablaze with autumn
splendo~,
"Oh, how beautiful 1t is" she
cried, ela'pIng her hands involuntarily
"l'retty decent said her ehafiotecr
chiuupiug 10 his horses, "But jus,
you wait until you see our place
You're Irish, aren't you =
"Yes, said Rosie, proudly.
"He's from Ireland, too--the mast
er."
"Is hc 7" said Rosie, with dawning
interest,
ut takes the Irish to get ahead in
this country--when they choose" said
the man, half curiously, as he tlicked
q fly from his horses ear. Sand But
termilk Farm is just complete. lie
could have sold II las, spring for five
thousand dollars but he wouldn't,
He'll get ten thousand for it before
he's through, will Mr., Bryant"
"Bryan!' repeated Rosie, "ls that
his name 7"
"Terencc Bryan" nodded the man.
"EsQuire, he may write ii, II he's q
mind to. All here's the place. No
tumble down fences or one.hinged
gates about here I"
And the next minute poor, bewild'
cred Rosie found herself in great
roomy kitchen, where the freight
and sunset made curious comming.
ling, aud being surveyed by u tall,
blooming woman.
"Tcrence's wife," thought she, with
sinking heart. "Oh, wish | had
never come here !
"You're tired, aren't you ?" said the
woman, checrtully. "Never mind, ye
shall have n cup of tea presently.
Reuben" TO the driver, who was
bringing in sundry parcels and pack.
ages-"is Mr., Bryan ready ?"
"I'll see Directly said the man.
"Here, Bessie, is the calico and the
three yards Of libbon. Come, now,
deserve kiss for that, don't e.
"Don't be a goose" said the wo
man, laughing. Rosie looked up in
surprise. But before she could settle
in her mind the meaning of this
strange behavior, an opposite door
opened, and in came Terence Bryan
himself-tall, sun burned, and hand
some-altered, and yet the same.
"Rosie !! Good Heaven !" he ejacu.
lated, sis this a dream ? Or is it real.
ly Rosie Regau ?"
Its me, said Rosie, coloring and
trembling. "But-.but-.jf had Enwou
who was the master of Buttermitk
Farm, l would never have come
here !"
"Why not, Rosie p He had go.
her hand in his now, and held it reso
lutely, in spite Of her efforts to Olsen
gage it.
"You are married now, Terry. You
don't care tor your old friends p she
faltered.
81 do care tor my old friends And
am not married !!
"Who is that, then ?" with an in.
,clinatiop of her head toward the tall
woman in the pink calico dress, and
the cheeks to match.
"Reuben Ralston's wife. Little
Rosie, did ycu think | would eve'
marry any one but you? Sweet RoS.
lie, the good saints have sent YOU
straight to my heart y
And Rosie could not answer, for her
happy tears.
"Wcll," said Reuben Ralston, ''this
is a 90! l went to the depot to fetch
hired gil], and brought home a
wife for the young master !! l say,
Bessie, it's like a chapter out of a
novel, isn't it?
And if lite itself were not mauy
times stranger than chapters out Of a
novel
A story is told ofa doctor in Vermont.
The Doctor kept missing his wood, and
set watch AS was expected it proved to
ho tho work of near neiy.lbor, who soon