The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-07-17
10 berries, Mr.. Farrar? Shall we 60


cold dolche, he rallied his politeness
aud made show of being very atten-
tive to Miss Derringer.
"Certainly, if you have rested suff-
GENTLY" he responded. "Allow me to
carry your basket"
And on through the dim, gloom
shadowed path they went: Olive chat
ting gaily and easily, as if quite un-
suspicious of her escorts heavy heart.
so much gainedl" she thought. tri-
umphantly; "and many heart is
canght in the rebound, they say. ]
must make haste slowly, though, and
give him chance to get over the old
love before he is on with the new. II
everything goes right, l may be w )oed
an married, an a. before this season
is over, in spite Of Phyllis Trescote's
airs and graces."
Phyllis was sitting at the door OF
he tent which she and her aunt occu
pied, in preference to taking rooms at
one of the crowded hotels.
at was so much more romantic, to
say nothing of comfort" said Aunt
Eunice. "At a hotel you must do as
the rest do, while in a tent you are
free as lark. You dine when you
please, and not when other folks please;
and when you have company, if the
space is rather limited, it's all the
more cosy. Don't you think so, Mr..
Savage?"
Certainly do" responds Mr.. Say
age, glancing around the commodious
interior of the tent, which was as pret-
tily furnished as any city boudoir'
"and, moreover, you have the benefit
of fresh air. Witness Miss Phyllis
cheeks, as blooming as mountain
daisy"
Phyllis cheeks were flushed, but it
was not the woodland breezes which
had brought the scarlet into them"
She caught sight of Vane Farrar,
scarcely dozen yards distant, with
Olive Derringer clinging to his arm,
her bright face upturned to his, while
he bent his head to hers in very
lover-like attitude.
They were lettering slowly home
from the berrying, the half-empty bas-
ket on Vane's arm betraying that some
thing besides picking blackberries had
occupied his day.
Not one glance did he vouchsafe
toward the tent where Phyllis sat,
with burning cheeks and wistful, dis
appointed eyes.
Three days notwithstanding
days for two at least of the parties con-
ccrned-and then Vane Farrar sudden
ly disappeared from the scene, and
Olive Derringer's hopes were in their
turn doomed to be nipped in the bud,
for the time being at least.
But she was not one to give up the
siege without struggle, and when,
two years later, she met Vane in st.
Louis, her coquetries were once more
called into play to aid her in becoming
mistress Of his heart and fortune
"Blackberries! blackberries!' came
in stentorian tones from a fruit-ped.
dler's wagon.
And Vane Farrar, who was saunter-
Ing down the street, felt his nerves
tingle, and his heart beat like sledge.
hammer. For the moment he was
transported to the moss-cushioned
bank, with Phyllis Trescote's fair face
half-drooping beneath his gaze.
A few hurried steps, and Vane was
beside the wagon, bargaining for a
box of the purple-ripe fruit.
The old farmer was good natured
and garrulous.
Mighty fine berries, them is" he
asserted. "None O yer Lawtons,
growed in garding. Wild black
berries is better-favored than all yer
tame ones. Fifty cents gallon,
square. Hey gallon box?"
DO you gather them yourself?'
asked Vane, his thoughts still wander
ing to that brief episode, when he had
set out to gather wild blackberries
with lighter heart than he had known
in the two years between now and
then.
"Gether 'em myself? You're right,
Squire; me an the old woman an the
youngsters gethered these, 'ceptin' a
few gallons Miss Treskit's gal picked
"Miss-Trescote?"
Vane was staring eagerly into the
sun-browned face now.
"Yasp returned Farmer Berpamot.
Phyllis Treskit she gethered some of
'em, an begged me to sell 'em fur her.
They air mighty pore, her an her aunt,
an 1 allus accommodate 'em when |
kin. Git up, Bally"
'Stop-stopp' cried Vane. "Where-
how far is it? / have notion to 90
blackberrying myself. l would pay
you well, if"
"Oh. you could go along with me if
you're mind to. Never mind the
pay. I'm Almost sold out now. an
will be a-starting home in hour or
wo. Jump in, squire, if yer mind
ter"
And Vane jumped in without wait
ing for second invitation.
4 y 4
1.-TWO gallons I've picked to-day,
Aunt Eunice-thatll BIZ dollar. A