Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-06-13

don't want to!d said Kitty, piqued at his
hesitation.
az do want to Gomez he answered,
earnestly, "and will, if | can possibly
arrange it So"
I'm expect YOU" said Kitty, lightly;
and then remembering that her cousin
must be wondering at her long absence,
she lifted the pail of berries and would
have said good morning." but Hugh
stepped instantly to Ter side, and taking
the pail. went with her as far as the
piece of dilapidated wall where she had
first crossed over. Then he watched
her until she disappeared from sight
in the Wylio garden. s7
When he turned back, his brow was
knit but his lips were smiling The
merry little brunette face had aroused
his interest as no other face had ever
done. Hugh Greystone had more ro-
nance and generosity in the depth of his
soul than any one dreamed, and was
quite capable of doing quixotic deed
once in a while, if it harmed no one but
himself. He determined to go to Mary
Wylies party, and to pay royal price
for the privilege.
"Here are your raspberries!" ex-
claimed Kitty, gayly, as she entered the
house; land now I'll sit right down
and pick them over"
"You dear little soul!'' said Mary,
with fervor, "you are such comfort.
But l am afraid you are tired out, your
cheeks are so flushed!"
"Oh, ran up the path," said Kitty,
bending over the berries. She had fully
meant to recount all her adventure for
Mary's entertainment, but, after all, so
unaccountable is girl, she said not one
word about it.
Together they prepared the float, beat
ing the eggs up high and white and light,
and gradually adding the sugar and ber-
ries, till they had great dish heaped up
like massy mountain with the delicacy,
which was in tint an exquisite pale pur-
pie. 1t was set aside with the cake, and
then the girls flew to adorn themselves.
| Evening came and the guests gathered.
1t was house where every one liked to
visit, and Mary Wylie was popular
girl. Her cousin, the stranger, looking
very piquant and pretty in a black
grenadine, with few "cloth of gold''
loses, made quite sensation, and she
herself enjoyed the evening, the more,
| perhaps, because of certain secret eX-
citement that set her heart bounding
| every time newcomer entered the
door, and her first thought was, Is it
hep"
But time passed, and he came not.
There had been dancing, and every one
was warm and tired Refreshments
were always served early at the Wylies
in obedience to good, old-fashioned no
tions on the part of the head of the
house. So presently the cake was passed
about, and the company partook, will
the pleasant anticipation that ice-cream
was coming next to make them cool arc
comfortable. 1t was such a sultry July
evening that they must be pardoned
When the high piled purple dish was
brought in, it was universally noticed
for human nature does feel interested il
what it is about to eat at party.
Il never saw lavender ice-cream be
fore, whispered one to his neighbor, ant
Mary Wylie heard it.
She dipped it out into saucers, and
with the electric sympathy of a hostess
felt that the first taste was followed b,
, disappointment. The fact was, the foa
was delicious thing, but, for the frs
instant, it did fall flat in mouths tina
were made up for ice-cream.
Its raspberry float" said nifty
f innocently, in reply to a neighbor'
question; &C picked all the berries 70
it myself"
; "Yes," said sharp-eyed young lady
whom Kitty had already recognized a
the one in the lane, "I | saw you riflin
the Greystone bushes"
"Why, ,Kitty!'' exclaimed Mary Wylie
with deepening color, you did not G
g out of your own lot, did you ?"
I'm afraid | did," said Kitty, be
q coming embarrassed at the mischievou
and meaning glances that met her on a
sides, and feeling that, for some reason
e her cousin was annoyed.
Y But now some one passed his saucer to
i little more of the float, and one afte
a another began to praise it,. till at las
t Mary's equanimity returned.
n Meanwhile, Mr.. Wylie, who had bee
O sitting comfortably all the evening OF
e in the honeysuckle-scented piazza, ha
( company of his own. 1t was Hug
Greystone, who coming up the path an
finding him there, had stopped for
: talk
y "Mr. Wylie," he said, 1--WE come
say that l have changed my mind abol
:. our lawsuit. The well is out of repai
k the mere-stone is lost, and if you are SUI
about your survey, can't say but the
# may have been mistake. In fact,
,e concede the knoll"
n "That's right. Hugh, my boyp' e,
k claimed Mr.. Wylie, his stiff digni
}; melting into hearty cordiality. 6 | knc
le you would do the fair thing when yc
% came to think it over"
o, Some little friendly chat followed, al
then Mr.. Wylie took Hugh into the pa
II lor with the most impressive kindnes
ne making the company all feel that til
o, was the honored guest of the evenin
N and finally introducing him to Kit
who blushed like a cinnamon rose.
to her side he stayed, and when Mary SIN
,g ingly brought him some cake and sol
ay float, he pronounced the latter perft
ID ton, and ate it in state of beatitude.
Ii "Why didn't you tell me | was tr,
or passing this morning ?" Kitty askt
C. softly.
"I had been waiting for you t
n long, he said, half fjesting, half earne
or SIX weeks later Mr.. Wylie went {
one pleasant morning to repeat his 81
ID. vey, and to lay the foundation of his W
anew. His measurements did not Co
w exactly as he expected, and he "
he growing puzzled, when suddenly,
nv driving a stake, he discovered, {
ed inches under ground, the long-lost me
m. stone.
"No,O we can set things right, he
as claimed, exultantly. But his face fel
he he went on surveying, for by the aid
not the stone lie rectifed his survey and '
rlv confounded to find that the old wall
ID been right all the time, and the kr
les was none of his! He looked up and S
me Hugh Greystone crossing the field.
ple "Hugh!" he called out in his ha
ost way, "come here! I've been an old
1ne and you've been gentleman. The ki
or is yours, sure enough"
to "Oh, made you present Of it" s