St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1878-04-26


ssMust you go7p cried Mrs. Dalrym-
pie, sitting up in bed. 'ssThank you
ever SO much. You've done me heap
of good. III never forget yOu-never.
Oh-what's your name q'
"Felicia-Felicia Mallows. Good
by, dear; and don't forget that the
wind in the chimney never says, Alone
when two people who care for each
other are together" Then they said
good-by. 81 shall come again if can
before 1 leave," declared Miss MallOws.
Old Sally, coming up to hasten her
movements, was astOnished to see the
two exchange kiss.
s'Why, whatever has she done to the
creature 2" she muttered, as the pony
wagon rolled away. "She looks twice
as alive as she did afore they came"
We drop tiny seed into the ground,
or we watch winged messenger detach
itself and float away on its separate er-
rand, and we are scarcely conscious that
with the act a new sequence of energies
and possibilities began, and the world
is the richer for fresh point of growth.
Felicia Mallows had no chance for an
other visit to the Dalrymple farm that
us
she saw 1T again, during Which time
the image of the oddly circumstanced
little bride faded into the dim distance,
as images will in this Over-crowded
world. Another visit to Patunxet re-
vived it into sudden life.
whatever became of that little
neighbor of yours who married young
girl ?" she asked Mrs. Lenox. sit was
when 1 was last here. She was sick.
Don't you recollect our going there9"
ayes, now that you recall it, l do
and the unconscionable time you staid
up stairs in her bedroom. l believe
she is we'll. Her baby was baptized a
few Sundays ago."
'FHave they baby ?n
ayes; little girl. By-the-way-'
Mrs. Lenox was called off, and did not
finish her sentence. Next day Miss
Mallows borrowed the pony-wagon for
a solitary drive.
81 want to see my little friend, Mrs.
Dalrymple," she explained; "and sup
posing her to he up stairs, you might
get tired of old Sally"
"Thank you, my dear, should. You
are welcome to the pony"
and when Miss Mallow drove through
the farm gate, she saw its mistress sit
ting in the porch, her sleeping baby in
its wagon beside her, and her sewing in
her hands. She dropped it with a
start of joy when she caught sight of
her guest.
at is yout" she cried. "Oh, am so
glad !"
Is there any fiattery equal to that
"youT
"You haven't forgotten me, then ??
said Felicia.
"On no; how could l forget? You
came when l was all sick and miserable
and lifted me right out of it. There's
never been a day since when | haven't
thought of yOu."
"Then you are sick and miserable nc
longer 2" said Miss Mallows with a Sec
ond kiss. "That is happy news"
'Oh no; | am quite cOntented now
David is ever so good to me, and
think more of him every day. And
then there's my baby"
''Let me see her. What sweet lit
tie face n
'1sn't it !" with an exultant smile
''And she's much prettier with her eyes
open. They're not blue; they're dart
gray, like her fathers, and just lovely
And l named her after you. Felicia
Davida that's her name. How 1 wisl
he was here! I've told him heaps
about you. He's over in the field yon.
der with the hay-cutters. They dc
twice as well if he sits by and looks af.
ter them ~
"Dear Mrs. Dalrymple how glad I an
to see you again! And to think o.
naming your baby after me !"
"Oh, l want to. You were so good tC
me that day. All you said to me came
true. l couldn't think more of David
than do now if he was as tall as Coli
ath. He's little, but he's got the big
gest heart. That's right baby; wax,
up, and tell the lady that papa is tn,
best man in the word. He is, isn't he
Did you hear herr She said yes."-
Harpre's Basar.