The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-07-04

wound through his unclels fertile
acfes for Deacon Clutter was With.
all farmer Farming, indeed,
w's As chiefyocatiJn, soap-boiling
being an accessory venture grow
Eing ont Of sundry extensive exper-
imenls ~ then Of leached ashes
les q rtiliser Il was one Of those
tunelul mornings III early June
when all nature joins in a glad
doxopgy The newly arrived bob.
EolinlA tipsy with gleei cartolled in
the meadows. The. orioles hang
ling heir hammocks ia the elms,
could scarcely work fol singing.
Gay reezes whispesea love to the
graeaIul young eloyerSthen danced
- lily p ~ Y tiAe W i4Alealu
birches Everywhere were life
and motiop irradiatedby the benig;
Endnt morning sun. For Harvey
vance's study.weakened eyes there
was TOO much glare, too much flut.
ter. He lost no time in putting on
his blue goggles.
"Who cafes if they do make me
look like a trog2" mused he, as he
settled them astride his aristocrat.
ic nose. "Thanks to them, and to
charge of qlr, my poor optics are
undoubtedly improving. 1 shall
be back to college by fall. Hal hal
if the fellows could only see me
nowlR
And here, to the infinite sur.
priseiof staia Dobbin, his new mas
ter broke into a rollicking class
song-a song abrub!ly ended ss a
turn in the road revealed q near
farmhouse.
"If1 peddle soap, I'll peddle it
with due decornm," solilloquized
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 ex.
change money, or gallons of soap,
according to the customers desire,
one would have pronounced him
bred to the soap business. Since
hiS months rustication at his aunt
Ckptter's he had made the acquain-
taace Of most of the farmers along
the river, and these expressed their
qualification at meeting "a judges
son that wasn't afraid to work, y
but.oqlside the parish limit llis
triumphal march terminated. Hs
was a stranger strange land.
One man ass i il he had bought
out the deacon; a second hoped he
wasn't proposing 10 run an oppo.
siJion team; and the loyal widow
Cleaves could hardly DO persuaded
TO surrender her ashes, because,
forsUoth, she preferred to trade
with Deacon Clutter.
0bedient to his uncle's instruct.
IONS, at her cottage the young man
took q cross.road to KendalFs, a
summer hotel, familiarly styled
"The Eyrie."
"You'll find it a long three
miles," had been Mrs. Cleayes'
parting remark,
"Three miles and not a neighbor
between here and there; I couldn't
blame the widow if she should
want to change her situation" {"
mused the deacon's deputy, scan
ming the western horizon. Sand
l shouldn't wonder if that cloud
yonder meant business. l thought
thesu was too bright this morn.
ing, Well, a little heightened
thunder will drown this everlast.
ing racket"
Facing about to wedge in posi-.
tion an empty soap barrel, he OBJ.
served two ladies driving up the
hill in q basket phaeton.
@That looks like Kendall's team
that gave auntie such q panic this
morning" thought he. "Those Ia.
dies are some of his boarders, Isup.
pose-Tom Cayender's mother and
sislsr, for aught l know. have
heard they were stopping at the
Eyrie. GoodnessI wouldn't it be q
Ijoke if l should fall in with them
tO.dayp
Meanwhile the younger lady in
the carriage was merrily comment.
ing on'the quasi soapman's active
figure conspicuously and amply
clad in the deaCon's canvass frock
and overalls.
II hope he isn't a preambulat.
ing maniac, mamma"
"lt's the very cart that frightcn.
ed the pony" was the terrified re,
spOnse. "DO let me get out, Lila
lOhi ol,Ip