Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1882-06-05

Angelina was splendid and queenly,
SO this was mild praise that she could
not have objected to, only | said it
very often, I preached on it the next
Sunday. It was settled that / should
spend the summer there. [ wrote
this to Angelina:
ssSince you cannot be with me it
does not matter where / am-this
stupid place as well as any other.
Address to the care of Deacon Stew
enson. / shall remain with him
while | preach here"
1t was a pleasant summer, despite
the dullness of the place. How good
the quaint old deacon was when one
really knew him! How motherly
was Mrs Stevenson AS for Mary,
she grew sweeter every day | often
wondered what Angelina would have
~ could she have seen me helping
her to pick blackberries, to find the
runaway COW, to carry home the
milk pail, driving her over to the
country grocery, and returning with
a freight of groeeries-Angelina,
who knew nothing of domestic de-
tails, and whose monogrammed and
perfumed letters were often brought
over from the office in company with
the parafne can. | wrote my SER
mons at one end of the round table,
while Mary sat at the other sewing.
Between us was a lamp with a green
paper shade. Now and then a big
bug would fly into the window and
90 humming about our heads, or a
moth would try to SINCE it's wings
over the chimney, and | would drive
it out The old people would go to
bed after a while, and then Mary and
| would find ourselves hungry and
she would 90 into the kitchen to find
something good" l always held
the light for her. And when some
thing good was found we ate it in the
back porch, sitting side by side on
the steps like two children.
She was so like child, that little
Mary, that it seemed no harm to ask
her to kiss me goodnight, or to hold
her little hand in mine, as it rested
on my arm in our long walks home
from church on Sunday evening.
The summer passed. October
came Angelina returned to the city
and wrote to me. 1t was while we
were eating peaches and cream on the
backporch that l said to Mary, II
will tell you secret if you will keep
it for a while, Mary"
"Oh, of course | will, Mr.. Mac
taggert.'
81 am going to be married this
autumn, Mary" 1 said. '.Those
pretty letters you always thought
come from my sister, are from the
lady who is to marry me. She is
very beautiful, very rich, very sty-
lish, but very kind. You must come
and see us, Mary, when we are mar
ried. / shall tell Angelina how good
you have been to me-what a sweet
little sister | found out here in the
Vale of Cruix. Why, Mary
For as | spoke, l felt the little
hand l held grow cold and heavy in
mine. | saw her sink backward
The big china bowl of peaches anG
cream slipped with crash to the
ground and shattered to pieces.
l caught the poor child in my
arms. In moment she came tC
herself, and said she had over-tireC
herself, she thought. They had beer
baking all day and it was warm
And now she bad me goodnight
But l did not see her next day, no
the next. She kept her room, ant
was not well enough to bid me good
by.
Poor little Mary felt very mis-
erable. However, Angelina met M
at Glasgow. She was more beaut
full than ever, more elegant in cor
trast to my simple country friend
and very soon | laughed at mysel
for the thought that had been in m
heart. OF course | said it was til
, baking that overcome Mary-it wa
not my news. | had only been t
her as friend-as brother. / ha
not made love to her: above all
had not flirted with her. But | though
of Mary great deal, and | misse
her every hour exactly-oh, yes e,
! actly-as / might a sister.
l wrote to Mrs. Stevenson and ii
answer was very brief.
II haven't much time to write,
she said in her postscript. sMal
is sick and besides being driven,
!, am anxious"
: This letter was in my pocket {
b the day when Angelina and | wei
v together to the bazaar for the bene1
f of the church of st. Matthew.
After we had roamed about the b
If zaar and bought all sorts of knicl
knacks, | escorted Angelina to
If seat, and there sat down to wa
s while one of the ladies, who &c
h this occasion only was doing goo
V onerous hard work, brought us
tray of refreshments.
h As we sat there slipping our coff
two women sat down at the next t
% bic with their backs to us.
l. Il am very tired are you not, Mr.
d Russell ?" And the other answered