Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10

what could do? Was I to say, "This is
L,,ttle, and this is Delia?" orMiss Pitt
and Miss Lutton?' And if I knew what
to call the girls, was not sure about the
gentlemen's names. One I knew to be a
Mr.. Bowers, an old school friend of my
sister, and the other might be- vas not
certain "a Mr.. Linden, whom I had seen
once.
So, as l did not know exactly what to
do, | did nothing, which was perhaps the
best way, but sat and braided and felt
ashamed; and the young man looked over.
the books on the braize-covered side ia
bic and tried to talk with us. Finally
they took pity on us as we'll as on them
selves, and went out for walk up Deer
Hill, and then Della made up her mind
she would go home any way.
"Come, Lottie," said she with author
ity; "you are my company"
"Ohi Lottie said she would stay till
the folks come," cried, "Dclia, you
shall have my bead and all my piece of
hquorice if you'll let her stay
"Of course I'm not going to go and
leave you alone, Totty, said wouldn't.
Della can go ifshe wants to- said Lottie,
heartily. feel grateful to her for it now.
Della went off ''mad." But as for that,
she usually went away in that condition.
After that, Lottie and l sat in the
double doorway, watching the shadows
of the elm-tree creep over the yard, and
the swallows flashing up and
down, together and the clouds
changing to crimson and gold
as the sun sank lower ana lower to ard
the purple watching and listning.
"Thcre they are!' cried joyfully at
last, at the sound of carriage wheels on
the long hill.
1t came slow and faint for awhile, then
quickened into fast rattle at the bottom
of the hill. Then we heard the rumbllng
of wheels and sharp strike Of heels on the
little wooden bridge. Then the sound
died away.
Coming up the short hill. They'll
be here in just two minutes," said I.
And sure enough in minute we heard
the wheels nearer and sharper, and in an
other minute Uncle Lacy's pudding-an
milk horse and Handicapped chaise trot-
ted BY
ooh! Pa will come next said I.
But no! Next came pair of ink black
horses, driven rapidly by an elegantly
dressed gentleman.
''rhat is Squire Palmer. He lives in
Squakeag, and he always wears gloves"
said I. "Pa'll be the next one. Hark !!
I hear him now
But I VAS mistaken, for then came
Deacon Davis, and his wife, riding be-
hind bony horse, in high green
wagon, and looking like two bags of
meal.
Then some travellers drove along. A
man and woman, with two little chill
dren sitting on stools in front. and two
more behind on two more stools. They
looked liks pins in pln-cushion, they
were stuck in so thick.
After that was Captain Ingraham,
chucking the reins and saying "Cadepr'
to his old solrel horse. He was going
the other way, though.
At last, when it seemed as though ev-
in town had gone by, we heard
another welcome rattle and clatter.
THAT is our folks! 1t must be-! There
is nobody left" l said, with great sense
Of relief. But it wasn't; and it wasn't
Or if it was, he stopped at
one of the three houses between us and
the top of the hill.
The young men had come in long be-
fore. I heard them trying to amuse chem.
selves by declamations and discussions;
and now the stars had begun to flicker
out one by one, and the bats to fly
Though the soft summer twilight So
lighted one Of the best brass candlestick,
and carried it into the sitting room.
81 guess they'll be in before long," I
said, in bashful apology.
II should think they had been long
now," retorted the tall man.
smiled grim little smile, and went
out feeling as if had committed one Of
the seven deadly sins against the gram
mar ana dictionary.
'Two wagons more have gone down
the hill and not gone by. They are ghost
wagons called Lottie from the doorstep.
90, Lottie! You don't think anything
has happened, do you?" cried.
"No, there couldn't" she said conf
IDENTIFY. "And if there had, somebody
would come and tell us. 1t was about as
dark as this though, that time Deacon
Davis's horse got scared at Captain In
graham's bars, and turned around so
sharp he broke the thill right smack off,"
she continued.
81 know it," I answered, looking visit
fully at the lights twinkling out here and
there in the houses where there was
mother at home.
''You remember how Deacon Davis got
tipped over that other time, coming down
Mr.. Potter's hill, don't you?" continued
Lottie. "Uncle Lacy was going by him,
pa says it is dreadful careless to 90 by
going down hill and so Deacon Davis
turned out and the rein got caught, and
when he tried to turn the old horse back.
she didn't go back, but kept turning out
till the wagon tipped over and broke Mrs.
Deacon Davis's arm. Aunt Patty went
over and got supper, and washed up the
dishes, and she said the knives were Just
as black as anybody's, for all Mrs. DAVIS
is such an awfully particular woman"
''Lottie," said I, dismally, : do yon sup
pose my mothers arm is broken and our
wagon is tipped over?"
Why, no! Your horse isn't so skit-
terry, is he? Perhaps your folks have
gone somew 'ere to stay all night"
''Then I'd ought to get supper for the
company said I, feeling as though the
weight of the whole universe was press
ing down upon me.
well, l'll help you,' SAID Lottie
cheerfully.
Oh YES! I could be cheerful if II was