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

scrape!" was the young soap mer-
chants inward CALCULATIONS as he
awaited the ladies' pleasure.
"What better can l do, mamma?
shall ride famously. Unless you're
afraid to trust me with your horse"
the young lady added, with glance
toward Harvey.
"Not in the least. He's far from
being fiery Bucephalus."
Struck with the incongruity of the
remark from such source Miss Lila
lost all control of her dimples.
"That seat is suspended between the
heavens and the earth, like Moham-
med's coffin. mamma" she tested, by
way of cloiking her untimely mirth.
"One ought TO be shot into it out of a
catapult."
To aid the young lady in
mounting, Harvey silently extended
a hand, whose exceeding smut
tiness was intensified by seal ring
that glittered upon the little finger.
Miss Lila glanced curiously at the fine
cameo with its quaint setting. Who
was this anomalous being who sported
costly ornaments and quotel from the
classics? And where, where had she
seen that peculiar cameo before, or one
just like it? All now she recollected;
Tom had worn it home last vacation,
when he and his chum had exchanged
rings. But how had this soap-man be-
come possessed of it? Could it be that
he and Harvey Vance were identical?
Tom had said that Harvey was spend
ing the summer in the neighborhood.
This must be he. Yes, she was sure of
it.
Obedient to the young mans will,
that unaccountable pony darted away
on the wings of the wind. Close be-
hind, head down, tail up, followed old
Dobbin in heavy canter which seemed
to shake the very leaves on the trees.
Charged upon by the empty soap bar
rel, Miss Lila slipped to the other side
of the seat and chung to the ash-bin
A mile was passed, two miles. The
gable-roof,d Lyric loomed in the dis
lance. On sped the pony on numbered
old Dobbin; on swooped the storm
cloud. A dozen guests crowded out
upon the hotel piazza to witness the
exciting race.
How white Mrs. Lavender looks p
cried one Where did she pick up
that fantastic driver?"
els that Miss Lila in the cart ?" ex-
claimed the gentleman addressed
"Well, she's a girl of mettle ! Ha
here comes the rain p
AS the phaeton dashed up he rushed
out with an open umbrella to escort
Mrs. Cav ender into the house. In
mounting the steps she turned toward
Harvey.
"You have done us great service,
sir. assure you we are grateful. My
daughter will see that you are recon-
pensed for your time and trouble"
"The dickens she will y thought the
deacon's indignant substitute.
Standing beneath the dripping caves,
with rivulets of lye coursing down
his cheeks, he assisted the moist young
lady to alight. ~ am-we are deeply
indebted to you," she stammered,
blushingly. my mother"
elias taken no cold, 1 trust" said
he, loftily. "Good-afternoon."
And ho.se, cart and driver disap-
peared kitchenward.
In putting the cart to rights that
evening Harold discovered grimy OBJ
ject caught between the seat and the
ash-bin. 1t proved to be lady's
pocket-handkerchief, bearing in one
corner the name of ella Cavender.'
He handed it to his aunt for bleaching
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ter from Tom.
"My mother and sister have perche1
at the Eyrie, on Emden Hill" it ran
my mother is getting up from 6
fever, and is bound to get as high up
as she can. If you're anywhere neal
their secluded nest do peep in upon
them. They'll be charmed to make
your acquaintance"
81 believe I'll take that handker.
chief to Miss Lavender tomorrow
anntie, and have it off my mind" re
marked Harvey, carelessly, as he folded
the letter.
Well-or you might send it by thu
stage" But Harvey was deaf to thu
suggestion.
The next evening, falsely attired
and minus spectacles, he presented
himself at the Eyrie, and was cordially
welcomed by both Mrs. Lavender an(
her daughter. Convinced that he wa
not recognized as squire of the soal
cart, he saw no necessity for proclaim
ing himself such. In making his frs
call why should he introduce himsel
as a clown?
"You've made quite visit" wa
his aunt's salutation when Harve,
entered the sitting-room. "Was tn
girl glad to get her handkerchief
ITO tell the truth, auntie, didn'
give it to her."
"Humph Strange how hand
some young woman will weaken
chaps memory" observed the deacon
slyly, as his wife bandaged the offend
, ing ankle. 81 don't see but Harvey'l
have to call again."
J He did call again, and again, an
, again. Indeed, his rides to the Eyri