The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1883-06-22

into a rollicking class song-a song
abruptly ended as turn in the road
revealed a near farmhouse.
eff l peddle soap, I'll peddle it with
due decorum," soliloquized the youth,
knocking upon the back door with the
handle of his whip.
To have seen the capable air with
which he measured ashes bushel by
bushel, giving in exchange money, or
gallons of soap, according to the GUS
toners desire, one would have pro-
nounced him bred to the soap business.
Since his months rustication at his
Aunt Chutter's he had made the &C
quaintance of most of the farmers
along the river, and these expressed
their qualification at meeting"a judges
son that wasn't afraid to work." but
outside the parish limits his triumph
al march terminated. He was a
stranger in strange land. One man
asked if he had bought out the dea-
con; second hoped he wasn't propos-
ing to run an opposition team; and the
loyal widow Cleaves could hardly be
persuaded to surrender her ashes, be-
cause, forsooth, she preferred to trade
with Deacon Clutter.
Obedient to his uncle's instructions,
at her cottage the young man took a
crossroa1 to Kendalrs, q summer hotel,
familiarly styled 1.-The Eyrie."
you'll find it a long three miles"
had been Mrs. Cleaves' parting remark.
"Three miles, and not neighbor
between here and there; couldn't
blame the widow if she should want to
change her situation" unused the dea-
cons deputy, scanning the western
horizon. Shouldn't wonder if that
cloud yonder meant business. L
thought the sun was too bright this
morning. Well, little heightened
thunder will drown this everlasting
racket"
Facing about to wedge in position
an empty Soap barrel he Observed two
ladies driving up the hill in basket
phaeton.
"That looks like KendaIls team that
gave auntie such panic this morn
ing thought he. "Those ladies are
some of his boarders, L suppose-Tom
Cavender's mother and sister, for
aught l know. l have heard they were
stopping a. the Eyrie. Goodness
wouldn't it be a joke if should fall
in with them to day !"
Meanwhile the younger lady in the
carriage was merrily commenting on
the quasi soap-man's active figure,
conspicuously and amply clad in the
deacon's canvas frock and overalls.
81 hope he isn't a perambulating
maniac, mamma"
"It's the very cart that frightened
the pony p was the terrified response.
"Do let me get out. Lila Oh oh p
But already the horse was backing
down the hill. Harvey sprang from
the cart, and grasped the refractory
animal by the bride Just in season to
prevent the carriage from overturning
in the ditch.
"Thank You, sir thank you very
much" said the girlish driver, the
color rushing back to her face. "Now,
if you'll be kind enough to lead our
pony past your cart we shall be yet
more obi gel"
GA pretty girl-stylish too, Int
abom.nably patronizing." thought the
young Sophomore, stalking resentfully
at the pony's head.
"There, now your cart is behind us
we shall have no further trouble. Pm
sorry to have detained you, sir. In.
finitely obliged"
In leaving the ladies Harvey me
chemically raised his hat, the deacon's
hat alas yellowed and frayed by
farm service. The touch set flying the
ashes upon its brim, giving our re
ceiling hero the effect of being caught
away in cloud. A little blinded, but
laughing behind his goggles, he went
back to old Dobbin and waited for the
ladies to go on in advance.
But what allied that surprising
pony? The young lady chirruped t
him; he would not bulge. She
snapped the whip; he stood as stiff as
the wooden horse of the Trojans.
sob, daughter, daughter, he's balk-
ing" cried the elder lady, who ap
peared to be an invalid. IF there i:
anything I'm afraid of, it's baking
horse
"Allow me, madame" said Harvey
again advancing.
He twisted the animals ear a mo
ment to divert his attention, then tool
him by the bit and led him severa
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"See, mamma, the pony has got owe
his sulks. Thank You, sir"
The young lady resumed the reins
the fractions quadruped promptly re
fused to stir.
"Let me get ont, Lila; won't g
another step with him."
ale doesn't seem to be going,' saiC
the daughter. with vexed laugh
"You know you can't walk a rod
You'll surely have relapse, mamma
if you don't sit still"
Again Harvey led the pony. Agar
the tantalizing nag stiffened in hi.
harness the instant Miss Lila took tn
reins. Many times was this farce re
peated, and many were the minute
wasted. Meantime the sky had becom