The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1882-11-03
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the girl.
"Why, she is in the dining-room, be-
ginning breakfast, and you can sec for
yourself You can have breakfast to-
gcther."
lie nodded acquicscencc, while she
hustled down TO the kitchen, and he
went into the room. The girl looked
up hastily, and blushed and then rose
! 10 her feet, her hands trembling, Pill
took both hands in bis, and then he
went in tremor.
"Oh, sirw she began, chow can -"
'1Don't mention it," broke in Piil,
''not a word, now, but attend TO your
breakfast. ! am going TO take mine.
Don't be nervous, my dear"
lie dropped into seat with his heart
humping against his side curiously.
lie looked at her attentively, and saw
that in the simple morning wrapper
ohio ,vao prottio" than lao he'd thought.
Her hair was done up neatly, and the
black eyes were brighter. lie sat and
pondered, looking at bcr anon, till the
landlady had brought him his break
fast, and they were alone again.
"By-the-way," he suddenly remark
ed, pushing :away Ihis cup, "what is
your namep
"Susan Campbell, Sir"
"And how alb : reallY--the fact is, |
don't like to ask questions; but must,
you know, how-in fact, what age arc
your"
"Sixteen, sir"
"Ah! too young, too young for this
wicked world. But can you cook?'
con, sir!" and the eyes frightened,
"you should see me cook. Ny mother
taught me everything like that. can
mend, knit and darn and"
Here she was surprised TO zee this |
enntlomnn who had baon 50 grave oil !
along, suddenly burst into a loud laugh,
tilt his chair back and cry out;
"Pin, you're in luck. You have
struck it this time and no mistake. My
dear, don't mind me, ain't Just right |
in mind; that is, my heart is Jumping /
with I--don't-- know what, but the /
fact ii, I'vc got q situation for you-il
you'll accept it,"
Here he suddenly grew very distress
cd, and there were evidences of re-
turn OF the aforesaid trcmor
"Of course I'll accept it, ,bc an
swcrcd and smiled What Kind Of
situation is it?'
"lrs lifelong situation,' he mur-
INJURED in an humble tone.
She opened her eyes very wide, and
he saw that he must explain.
"My dear, l know its sudden, but
Pm an old bachelor and not used to
his snrf nf ihinu. hnt-roulh 'rn,-
~ me, my dear? ! know Pm not
young, but ! love you'll know do,
because | never felt so before. But if
you'll marry me, III be good husband
all that sort of thing"
RliC 'tlNl liot dhoNNl bub viii Nlbbp-
ng eyelids, performed n miniature
wrestling match with her fingers. IIo
slipped around TO her side and bent
)ver her.
"My dear, Pm gentleman and AN
lonest man, and would try to make you
lappy; besides" rcvcrting TO his
of the night be forc-"it will
,e better to be your own mistress,
han toiing day by day as servant"
lie bent closer to her bowed head.
"You like me a litllcY' he whisper
ID.
"Ics," in murmur.
II would die for yOu,' he said, "bul
am content with that. VIII Won sc
Mrs. Piil!"
The answer was drowned in smack
o loud, that it even startled the rogue
himself.
They ocupY fiat now, and between
hem get up such wonderful meals, that
heir neighbers live in continuous
tate OF mouth-watering envy.
Their oldest child is a mischievous
'omg rogue, who bids fair to be the
Xact counterpart of "Ph, Esq"