Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1881-03-23
Ivy Glen.

# I'm very much afraid haven't any pr1p
, erty IN my hands-not at present at least
+ that will meet your expectations. I've
It plenty OF unfurnished houses, and plenty
: to rent for year. But for q month:
+ There isn't any such real estate in the mar.
ket-there isn't indeed"
2 I'VE don't want an unfurnished house,
e said Angela Frost.
;. And we have no occasion to use n
q house tor year." added Josephine, her
tall, blooming young sister.
4 Inc agent bit the end of his quill pen,
ana looked at them obviously, from be-
hind the ink splashed rails of his desk.
l we are school teachers" Miss Angela
, explained, and we have Just Il month s
: vacation; and we want to spend it in a
heaithiul country resort, where can bot
anlze' and where my sister can sketch in
water colors from nature.'
"Ah!' said the agent-ah! Indeed, I'm
, very sorry. ladies, but don't think there's
any property in the market hereabouts
that will meet your ideas"
} what time does the evening stage leave
the hotelp" Josephine asked. rather de-
spondently.
AT five. holiovo," tho oSouL replied.
And the two ladies went slowly out of
the stutfy little room with its high desk,
its floor covered with cheap oil-cIoth, and
its general atmosphere Of stale tobacco
smoke
I'm so sorry. Angela" said the young
er. The air of these pine-wooded glens
is the very thing for your asthma"
And the little river in the deep gorge
is such an exquisite study for your paint
ings, Jo," said Miss Frost, fondlv
Couldn't We live in barnp" suggested
10, with Il comcal arch of her eyebrows.
I'm afraid not" sighed Angela.
The real estate agent, in the meanwhile,
had hardly smoked pipe and read the
local paper before the door burst open and
II short, stout lady in pink hat and
feathers came in.
"Mr. Muggeridge," said she. handing
him key, "you may let Ivy Glen or you
may sell it-ready furnished, with COW,
poultry house and the pony chaise thrown
| in"
Madam, said Muggeridge, bewildered.
I'm tired of it" said the lady. "Susie
and Jennie are homesick to get back to
the city, and so am |. I've been without
servant since Monday, and now I'm
going to take the evening stage to town
and meet my husband before he starts for
Ivy Glen. dare say ell be vexed, but
| can t help it. And I've left word at the
dairy farmhouse for my brother Duke to
follow u.s."
You couldn't let it for month";" ex-
perimentally hazarded Mr.. Muggeridge
"Pd let it for three days." said the lady,
81 could find you tenants for month";"
said the agent. "And perhaps at the end
of that time something else might offer"
Very we'll" said the lady There is
the key"
And away she went; and Mr.. Mugge-
ridge capped his hat on the back of his
head and set off, in hot haste, to the hotel,
for an interview with the two young ladies
who had SO recently left his office.
And so it happened that 10 and Angela
Frost took triumphant possession of Ivy
Glen, romantic cottage, half covered |
with the dark green, glossy leaves of the |
vine from which it derived its name, with |
boudor, piano, all the pictures garland, |
ed with pressed ferns and dried autumn |
leaves, and library of novels.
"MrS. Fitch must have been very
literary person." said 10.
"And musical" added Angel
''As for servant, one would only be a |
lulSuuCes o;llu 10.
"fll groom the pony myself" said
Angel. Hes no bigger than Newfound- |
land dog-the darling"
"And I'll milk the COW and feed the dear |
little Chickens" declared pretty 10.
at really an earthly paradise" said |
the elder sister.
80 it is, assented 10.
The two sisters passed three days of |
unmltigSed happiness in the deep ravines
and cool, flower enameled woods that sur
rounded Ivy Glen.
Angela made various valuable additions |
to herbarium,and 10 sketched leafy hooks, |
bits OF falling water and sunset effects to |
her hearts content, until finally good, |
old-tashoned rain storm set in, of July |
afternoon, and prisoned them in the cot |
tage parlor.
How stupid this isl" said Jo starting
up from her book, us the twilight shadows |
brooded darker and darker in the room. |
Lets 20 down to the barn, and talk to
Dick and Frsze Poor dears! they must
be rs lonesome AS we are
(Now Dick was the pony, and Frzzle |
WIS the COW; and 10 and Angel were
already upon the most affectionate terms
of intimacy with them)
1t WAS quite dusk, when Marmaduke |
Framingham opened the hall door and |
strobe in, shaking the rain drops from his |
shoulders, as if he had been huge New
foundland dog, and finging his fishir g.
creel and tackle on the table.
Lou" he called, all over the house, in |
CHEEKY. stentorian voice-"Louisar
But, us might be expected, no answer
was returned; and he went up to certain
pretty little circular walled room, where
he had been wont to keep his slippers,
Sun-case, and sundry other masculine ap.
pnrtances, when soiourning with his sister,
Mrs. Fitch. at Ivy Glen
Its as quiet here" he muttered, under
MS breath, "as an enchanted castle. Where
Is Lou-Where are the childrenr
But he paused on the threshold Even
by the waning twilight he could perceive
that general Transformation had taken
place.
pretty easel stood near the window.
the tall standards of the old-fashioned
dressing bureau were knotted with blue
Ilobons, the chairs were freshly draped
with chlntz, and fairy work basket stood
beside the sofa, while upon the table Law a
nower-twlned gypsy hat, bunch of wild
howers, and pair of the tiniest gauntlet
gloves that Mr.. Framingham had ever set
eyes upon.
Hello" said Marmaduke; Louis got
girl company. And she's put 'em in here,
by Jove!"
lie struck u match, lighted the prettily-
painted candles in the brass sconces, and
stared blandly around him. At the same
moment, clear, fute-like voice sounded
below stairs.
Come in Angel, quick Goodness, how
the rain drives in at the door! What's
this in the hallp A-man's coatr'
"Burglarsl' shrieked Miss Angela, who
was not strong minded in practice as she
was in theory.
And there S light up stairs!'' cried
10.
Preserve us!" said Angela, beginning
to tremble; the house is on fire! Jo. 10?
don't stir step! insist that you shall
not go up stairs!"
But Miss Josephine deftly evaded her
sisters grasp, and rushed directly up to
the little apa rtment she had confisoated tn |