Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1881-01-12

come tlis week, hhu Do sure w save
nlnepence to pay the postage and
then stop at Eliza Moses and tell her
] shall expect Iher real early and ask
her TO wear her robroy shawl ]
Want mother TO see IT,"
"Boy what 7" shouted jim, ~ cant
tackle all yer womcn's names aud no.
tons" aud the little old pony, obey
Ing the word Of command, started
forward with good con'age aud the
rest OF the sentence was lost IN the
crunching OF clam shells under the
wheels Of the lumber wagon,
"Who under the sun he you eS-
pecnn' letter from 7" said Mrs,
Remington, reaching ont 10 close q
blind .and gazing steadily into the
girls iace.
Bctsey dropped her dark eyes on TO
her calico van-dyke with most per.
ceptible confusion.
"Aunt Bcckey might possibly write
to say she is coming over with the
girls tomorrow
"Wrte Your Aunt Becky write a
!etteri She might writ It she'd had
vision Of the Day OF Demp,ion, but
nothin' less would hist her TO that
pitch. Belsey, be yer senses clean
gone y
"My senses are not ut all hewildcr
cd, mother and nm not going to be
afraid to tell you that hoped might
hear from Henry Creighton" and q
CLEAN of hoaest defiance dartea from
the full brown eyes.
"Tee dimop, tee dee | nay fort,
amt you never goin' to git over tho
foolish nonsense you showed for that
schoolmasler'' pursued her mother,
with osperity. "l've talked myself
hoarse and blind about it. | should
think you'd see but at this instant
Mother Remington's quick eye caught
signs Of ovcr-rsing in biscuits, dough
nuts, loaf cake. Quickly conveying
the two former to cooler locality,
she lifted huge pan of cake raised to
overhowing to the table and both
hands we're quickly employed in its
"working over"
"Betsey,' she continued, "your con-
trariness vii! ruin you. Poverty,
shihlessness and book-larnin, it seems
to me, are chains that cling closer
than brother to that meechin' kind
of iudividooul-a teachin man.
How ken you take up with such a
chance and give Squire Lyonses son,
Enoch, the go by. III venture what
you dare he'll make as good pro
wider as you'll find in all the country
round. Why, you'd oughter seen
what Il husband his pa, the old Squire,
made his ma, she that was Mahaly
Price. Why, she had real peg and
fillet for her foretop and no other wo-
man ia the town wore the bunnit
ribbins she did
81 don't see how they could, said
Be,sey, :nischievously.
Mrs. Remington taking no notice
of this remark pursued the subject to
its end. "Ihe Squire made noth'n'
Of payin' Two and sixpence or even
three aud ninepence yard for 'em.-
I can't it for Harri't Enoch tailored
there ear after year and she told ihe.
She had real sale carpet for her front
room, hpll chiny set of tlowin' blue
for her table, a posy bed sct out each |
side of her front door and chaise to
ride out in, let alone her saddle and
pillion.'
II shan't meddle with 'em, mother,
said Betsey, provokirgly. 81 think
Enoch will need them all to help him
settle in life
"Well. you mark my word, Betsey
Remington. | wouldn't give afour'
peace.happeny toward supporting any
man that didn't pertend to know how
to farm it, and was cracked on gram
mer."
81 wouldn't argue no longer" said
mild oeace-loving Aunt Polly, who
had just given the finishing touch OF
polish to the pewter plates and dishes
that adorned the dresser and now sat
meekly rubbing the silver spoons.
1t was easy to. see, although she
had remained silent during this entire
episode, where her feelings were, from
an occasional beaming and compas.
sionate look directed over her specta.
cles at Betsey "Yon know, sister
Hetty," she continued" the good
Book says the greatest of all virtues
is Charity. -. i
81 don't want none OF your blind
nassaVes thrown up To me, Polly. 1