The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-08-01

gled pleasure and indignation As she
saw her gift thus openly Haunted before
them all, and she instinctively talked
faster TO AdoDij sh Brewer, the prospec-
tive bridegroom; but she could not long
be angry, so utterly was her heart SUBJ
dued by the tenderness she felt for Cap
tain Tart, and the manly beauty Of his
face. which had won him the secret ad-
miration Of every girl in Clearpond;
and when he came up q few moments
later to beg her hand for reel which
was to be danced In the great kitchen,
she went tamely enough. After the reel
they "twirled the platter, and then
the apples were brought out, and Farm
or Pettingill mixed bowl of his famous
toddy, which he could make as no one
in all the country round. The glasses
were filed and retilled till the hilarity
waxed rather noisy. Captain Tart had
drunk his glass at q draught. Then he
looked up and caught Lyddy's eye, in
which there was look that stopped
him as be was about to take more. She
was very pale, and, hastily seeking her
side, he said, tenderly, BE you sick,
LyddyP"
No, no." said Lyddy, her color
coming back in great waves over her
face. 1.-THE toddy's kinder strong l
can't drink mine. You amt goin' to
drink no more, Tartp" with beseech-
ing tone in her gentle voice which went
to the young mans heart.
"Not II you don't want me to, Lyd-
dy," he said.
"Werl, please" and she turned away.
There were too many looking at them
to talk any longer.
lothian Hunter saw it all, and his
Jealous heart sank within him.
"Tart amt a-drinkin' so much as
common tonight" he remarked, with
affected carelessness, to his neighbor,
but loud enough to be heard all about
him.
"No," said the other, coarser-
grained fellow than the rest, with loud
laugh, "but he'll be maxim up for IL
after he gifts out o. Lyddy Washburn's
sight"
ssThat's So" said lothian Hunter,
with angry emphasis, and with his face
set toward Lyddy, who had heard every
word, till her slim figure dilated and her
eyes blazed at the young men in such a
way that they were glad to drop the
conversation at once.
After the toddy there was an uproar-
ious game of Ground the chimney"
and though proud Lyddy washburn did
not always condescend to participate in
the romping spot, she ran tonight, and
received kiss from Captain Tart, the
memory of which thrilled her to her dy-
ing day; and then she set all tongues
wagging by stubbornly refusing to catch
lothian Hunter-whose melancholy not
even the teddy, nor the smiles Of Je-
rusha Willitts, young woman who af-
fected him, could mitigate in the least.
Then it was nearing midnight, and
the "quiltin' party broke up, each
young man taking his chosen girl" to
her home on horseback on pillion be-
hind him, and those unprovided for GO
ing in Farmer Pettingill's big hay
wagon.
The stars were bright and the air cool
and bracing, and the smell Of the green
earth and the apple blossoms set young
blood astir. Lyddy sat firmly on her
seat, perhaps clinging little closer to
Captain Tart than necessity demanded,
and they logged slowly along till the
merry voices Of the rest were lost in the
distance. Then Captain Tart turned
his horse into lonely wood-road which
led home by roundabout way, and
where they could talk without inter-
ruption.
"Oh, Tarttr said Lyddy, nervously,
as she felt him give spurs to the horse
when they neared the turning Be
you goin' BY the 'Lish Woodland
farmPn
"why notP- said Captain Tart, as
though that were the only thing to do.
IS faint muddy. I drove my cattle
through there to-day: an, Lyddy," his
voice growing deeper" Lyddy, I've
got suthin' to say to you"
She could not speak. for something
seemed to susfocate her, and they rode
on in an electric silence through the
deep shadows Of fragrant pines and
hemlocks till they came to secluded
spot, when Captain Tart vaulted In his
saddle and faced her, folding her in his
arms a. be did 50. Liddy was frighten-
ed. II was well understood in the viii
lage that L4yddy Washburn allowed
none Of the liberties which were not
strictly considered improprieties among
the young folks Of the place, and no
young man could boast that she had
ever given him goodnight kiss, or al
lowed him to put his arm around her
going home from any Of the parties
which aboanded during the gay country
winters; and here, 1t -, she sat on
Tart Taylor's pillion, pressed close
against his breast, his handsome
face caressing hers and without pro-
test!
"Oh, Lyddy!" said Captain Tart, al
most choking with the passion which
overpowered him, " cant wait anoth-