Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-01-01

"liulnp' rctofled the statue, vchtuf
Ing out again, ut depends on who
the lady is whether rise or not
Some Of your "glorious sex" accept
our sacrifices as thanklcss as tho god
desSeS orold did the human offerings
laid on their altars, A few, like Queen
Bess, repay the simple!ons for casting
the velvet mantle Tor their dainty feet,
but IT'S precious few; aud, after all
poor Raleigh Won place in her good
graccs only to loose his head.
The consequences Of this long
speech sent Stephen blusbing behind
his Notifications again for Kate said
"You're a severe critic Mr.. Somer-
vile ! really had no idea you were
such II student OF woman nature
Pray, how when aud where did you
acquire your knowledge on the sub
ject?"
There is more danger OF my
loosing u heart than n head IN the ser
vice Of my Queen" murmured Mr.,
Legay, looking an avalanche Of love
at Kate. At this most interesting
juncture the "elegant, luxurious coach
stopped "to take in oman" the driv.
er said
Her husband is as industrious a
fellow as ever nailed on n hoss.shoe or
blowed the bellows. but he couldn't
git no work on these barn pine hills,
SO he goes down yonder to Sint Mary's
gets stuashun, an sens fur his fam
berly. An here they comes"
The little old gate creaked the 'fam.
berly dismal farewell on its rusty
hinges, as poorly dressed woman,
with delicate little child in her arms
and boy clinging to her skirts, came
out.
Once more the stage started. The
cold became more intense, and before
many miles were traversed the little
trio were blue and shivering. The
mother took off her faded shawl and
wrapped her children carefully in it.
Little Dixie, the 10y, sobbed on bis
rough jacket, and said he
"wished he was in big ole fire." At
last, ali the passengers complained of
the cold, except the hard cd case, who
forgot his former weather observation,
and grew 80 warm that he was obliged
to lay aside his big, warm shawl.
"Shawls are such a trouble, and I'd
be glad to get rid ofthIs one, he said,
handing it too the grateful little moth
er. She thought he must be very
queerly constituted to get too warm
on such day, while Mr.. Legay wore
two shawls with seeming comfort.
To Kate the action was almost sub
lime, and the white lie accompanying
it was such as the angels blot out with
a tear. The "invisible writing" in
Stephen Somerville's character was be-
coming clear. For the rest of the
ride she could not see the point of Mr..
Legays wittlcisms, and replied so
CURLY 10 his sentimentalisms, that he
wondered what could have wrought
such a sudden change. "Fair, but fick-
le," he thought.
When the elegant and luxurious
coach" finally numbered into St. Mary's,
the weary passengers willing began to
alight. Boy-like Dixie was among
the first to escape from thralldom
and before his mother could collect up
baby and bundle and basket. he was
under the horses feet. His mother
saw the danger as the wild horses took
fright, but was too far off to render any
assistance except useless warning
One swift momen!-to her yeat =
then there was child's sharp cry, a
womans wall. and the silence OF
Dreathless, sitting suspense tell upon
the bystanders.
Another instant, and the boy, ter
ribly frightened, but safe and sound,
was in his mothers arms, aud the hard
old case was picked up where the ele-
CANT coach with its flying stceds had
lust stood. He was sensless and severe
y injured.
Kate wanted to wiring her hands
and die, but her good sense prevailed,
aud she gave orders for Mr.. Somervlile
10 be conveyed to her own pleasant
home instead Of his distant boarding
house. All, now, in unfading charac.
.ers, glowing golden letters, was the
writing all revealed at first the physi.
,ians ihnnnht there xas Nd hone. hut