Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1880-05-28
THE BELLE OF WOLF RUN.

A company of strolling players in a
barn. The great space is lighted by
lamps of every description, the most n
bilious of which is circle of hoops
stuck full of candles. This does duty as
the great chandelier, and is quite effec-
tive.
Seated near the stage, before which
hangs green curtain, are two persons
man and young girl, whom even the
Impractical eye might take as rustic low
ers. He is tall, finely formed young
fellow, with noble head and keen,
sparkling blue eyes. She is the beauty
of Wolf Run, faultless in figure and fea-
ture, and with something in her ex-
preston denoting that she is not quite
satisfied with her position, even as the
belle of the village, or her surround
ings.
Margaret Lee had never in her life
seen play, therefore she was prepared
realize all the emotions of novelty,
t3rror, wonder, delight, with which a
novice looks on the strut and action OF
those who cater to the pre- g lndest emo
tons. OF course she forgot where SIZE
was; of course she was dazzled and ter
ribly stirred at the love scenes, which
were, as usual, exaggerated.
The hero of the drama was a hand
some, worthless rascal, who learned, be-
fore the evening was through, to play al
our ur sophisticated little Margaret, read
ing her admiration in her eyes, and en-.
joying the smiles, the tears, and almost
the spoken interest of the beauty of VOL
Run.
pretty good, wasn't itP" said Charlie
Vance, as he held her fleecy red shaw
to wrap around her at the close of the
performance.
Margaret had no words, she only gasp
ed:
"Oh. Charlie!' as they gained the doo1
and caught at his arm; for there stooC
the hero of the stage, still in his bespang
led velvet finery; and evidently station
ed at that particular place in order tt
catch glance at her lovely face.
"Confound his impudence!" Charli
Vance muttered between his teeth.
Margaret shivered little as they lef
the barn. Everybody was laughing an,
, talking. The soft, clear, round moo
shed its light upon a scene of SYLVIA
beauty; but the tive spoke but fey
words until they reached Margaret
home-a square white house, set back i
a garden.
"A little of that goes q great ways,
a said the young farmer, who had evident
ly been thinking the matter over. "The
stay here week or more. don't cal
I to go again, do youP"
"Oh, do believe l could 60 ever
Il night" said Margaret fervently.
: They're hard set, Maggie" " said hi
lover, little malice in his voice.
"How do you knowP Are you sure
thatp" she asked, eagerly and reproviny
ly.
"Oh, they're generally thought to b
Well, good night, Maggie" and he hs
not gone ten steps before it had occurrt
to him that they had parted without
kiss.
3, II don't care" he said sullenly, ha
aloud; land that fellow stays at her Vi
. cle's tavern, too. Why should it nett
me so, anyway"
Now, Margaret and her cousin Ann
were almost as inseparable as if th,
s. were sisters.
1t was with beating heart that Il
G, ')rmer took her way to the tavern ne
r. lay, meeting Annie as usual at the pl
'ate entrance for the family.
:, "Oh, Mag!" cried Annie, her ey
Is spa king, you've made splendid CO
lie quest"
"What do you mean" asked Marg
W ret, her fair face flushing, her pulses be
ing tumultuously.
ne "Why! you know-last night.
isn't he glorious exquisite! And OF
think, he asked papa who that very To-
ly girl was in pink ribbons on the seoc
l.. seat-and that was you. Papa laugh
and told him his neice, and somebC
else said something very handsome alb
no you at the table, and then papa up I
said you were engaged to Charley Var