The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1883-01-26
LOVE AND A DUCKING.

This is my daughter, Caroline.
Carrie, Mr.. Sloane"
Harry Sloane bowed, and pretty,
winsome Carrie Hervey bowed in re-
turn.
Harry had picked out the farm as
a residing place during business
trip.
After Carries father had intro
duced the young people he went to
the barn, leaving the pair seated upon
the porch.
ga pleasant spot this" said Harry,
fter he had finished admiring the
pretty, dimpled hands which the girl
had carelessly laid upon the light blue
serge dress.
You like it?" she asked.
Like does but half express my adj
miration. 1t seems as though should
be perfectly satisfied to linger here
Forever" responded Harry.
But surely, Mr.. Sloane, the attrac-
lions of city life must surpass those
Of such humdrum locally as this"
"On the contrary, prefer what you
call the humdrum locality"
"And why, may l ask?"
because, because-well, l cannot
fully explain my reason. 1 suppose it
is because 1 am heartily sick of city
ways
"And so you come here for
changer"
yes, l believe that is the reason"
The pair sat there upon the porch,
talking upon one subject and the
other, until the evening shadows fast
deepened into darkness.
Finally Harry arose, and said,-
"AsI am somewhat tired with my
journey l will retire"
The girl called her father, and the
latter taking lamp led the way to the
front chamber on the upper floor.
Harry took up his travelling-bag, and
after a goodnight" to Carrie, he fol-
lowed the old gentleman up the stairs,
and shortly afterwards was soundly
sleeping.
"He is handsome, and so is Jack. He
is gentlemanly, and Jack is not quite
so easy. He talks and acts like real
gentleman, and Jack can hardly ever
And the right word to say when it is
needed. Jack loves me, and II won
der do I really and truly love Jack 2"
Thus Carrie unused after she had dis
.obed herself for the night, and sat by
.hc window
Strange, she had never questioned
the fact as to whether or not she loved
Jack. She had always taken it for
granted that she did love the handsome,
brown-faced farmer-boy, who had ac-
companied her home from singing in
the parish room on practising nights in
the winter, and taken her to picnics
and on excursions in summer.
Theirs had been on affection without
any question, any doubt or mistrust to
snar the serenity of its flow.
Two, three weeks pass rapidly, and
Harry Sloane finds himself musing
over the possibility of his being able to
nrovide far a wife. Carries lovely
face, her pretty figure and her grace
have been the whole cause of his per
plexity. Before he met her he never
had thought of ever marrying.
He had espiec a fine young farmer
en- several occasions talking with Car
sie at the gate, but she had told hin
chat it was JACK, schoolmate, and q
lifelong friend.
One evening Harry was seated in
The parlor talking with Carrie, when ;
rap halted at the door, and Jack askeC
ier to take a ride. Again, when Harry
requested her to take row on thu
AXE, she said she was very sorry, bu
she had an engagement with-Jack.
Miss Hervoy, that Jack seems t.
lake up all of your spare time" ex
claimed Harry.
Excuse me, Mr.. Sloane. not quit