Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-02-28
DISAPPEARED.

81 can't finish it without q piece of
copper wire, and piece of copper wire
can't be found short OF Oldport. How
vexatious p
The speaker was a fair young man,
scarce twenty years of age. David
Golden by name. He was sitting at the
kitchen-table at work upon curious,
old-fashioned silver watch. which might
be traced back through series of
Goldens to the first Golden who ever
set foot on American soil, which timed
his dying breath, and stopped, 80 ira
dition said, when his heart ceased to
beat,
Not that David was matchmaker. It
was difficult to tell what he was. His
father called him universal genius"
and we all know what that means. It
meant, in this particular case, that
David could do anything he undertook,
but that he was inclined to undertake
SO many things that it seemed little
likely he would ever settle down upon
any one in such way as to make it of
any practical use.
With Willie and Boyd there had been
no trouble. They had sowed and
reaped, fed the pigs and tended the cat.
tie on their fathers farm, in the good
old way, till they came of age, and then
he had set them up with snug little
farms of their OVID.
He would have been glad to do the
same for David, but though he loved
every creature on the place like a
brother, they might all have starved
while he was hunting the woods for
moses and minerals, and little he
rocked of seed-time and harvest when
lying under shady tree reading the
"Arabian Nights, or a book of foreign
travels. Both were equally real to him,
and both filled his head with visions
little in accord with the everyday life
of a farmer.
Then nothing would do but he must
go abroad and see some of the wonder
full things of which he had read, and
once his father allowed him to take q
sea voyage, in the hope that it would
cure him of his fancies. But unfortu
nately it did not ; it only made him
worse.
Being, however, a dutiful son in the
main, he kept his wishes to himself, and
plodded about on the farm as best he
might, varying the scene by making
toys for his little brothers, or for the
neighbors' children.
These toys were almost always ships,
or Chinese pagodas, or leaning towers
OF Pisa. Latterly he had discovered
that he could take watch to pieces and
put it together again, and now half the
chronometers in the neighborhood were
under his care.
"Why don't you set up the business
and make money by it ?" said his father,
catching at anything that looked like q
reasonable means of earning a liveli-
hood.
81 like to do it, father, said he "I
don't want to be paid for amusing N.Y.
self" And this brings us to the begin
ming of our story again.
Il can't finish it without piece of
copper wire, and piece of copper wire
can't be had short of Oldport. How
vexatious |"
"Well, it's an i'll wind that blows no
body good, said his father. "Seeing
you have got to go to town, you might
Just call at the bank and get package
for me. I thought I should have to 90
myself, but / hate to spare the time"
"I'll attend to it, father"
"And suppose you call at the mllli-
ner's and get me yard of ribbon to
finish trimming my bonnet. I must
have 1t before Sunday. Miss Battles
will know which it is, " said David's sis
ter Faith, who, with pretty Jessie
Wynne, was sitting on the porch she'll
ing beans.
Certainly, SIS" said the good.
humored youth. "And what shall [
bring you, Jessie ?"
"Nothing-but yourself" said Jes.
sic, and blushed lest she should seem
TO have said more than she intended.