Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1884-01-21
the rain, independently swinging my
lantern on one finger.

terneys, were easily MIXED, foddered
md locked into their sheds; but of
,he horses, although / would not have
admitted so much to any mortal soul,
was secretly afraid. | could deal
put their hay to them, forking it into
the managers from the square holes in
the loft-foor but I was obliged, with
assumed valor but much inward fear
and trembling, to carry the pals of
water into the very stalls of Bob and
Roam, and hold them up to their vel
vet noses. However, they neither bit
nor kicked me, and I drew long
sigh of relief, as I skurried once more
out of Roan's immediate neighbor-
hood, and went to empty the sour
milk into the pig-sty; and then L
'oolted the barn door, and triumph
antly returned to the house, the Ian
tern swung knapsack-fashion acros
my shoulder, and brimming pail of
milk in either hand.
"Look, Uncle Job !'' cried breath
lessly, pushing open the door, "what
a splendid lot of milk have got.
There l stood en- table0u in the cow
hide boots, the dripping waterproof
coat, with Uncle Jobs ragged felt
hat jammed down over my curls, and
wisps of hay scattered about my
dress; and there, directly before Inc,
was an elegant gentleman, in black
diagonal suit, with seal-ring on his
finger, and cameo studs in his linen.
"Marian," said my uncle, "this is
Doctor Walton. Doctor, this is Miss
Keyser, my niece from the CITY,"
His niece from the city! He better
have said his niece from Bedlam.
Forgetful of all etiquette or common
sense, set down my pals of milk
and fed.
But | had better have stayed. Un-
Gle Job called marian, Marian ]" af-
ter me. Doctor Walton said some
thing about cloth for new bandages
and there was the milk to be strained.
after all. / only remained to draw
my feet out of the cowhide boots, and
tear off the shocking felt hat and bat.
tered waterproof.
To-be-sure, my skirts were be.
draggled, and my back hair had fall
en- down in a wavy bronze mass, ano
was quite sure that there was :
splash of mud somewhere on my lef
cheek, but there was no time to lose
and | was obliged to return to the
sitting-ro and act as Doctor Wal
toms first lieutenant until the poor
swollen limb was securely set ant
bandaged.
But all the while, l was blushins
like the cred red rose" | was tot
proud to apologize. After all. wha
was there TO apologize for?
Well, Uncle Jobs leg did very well
Aunt Sabina, duly telegraphed for
arrived as fast as steam could bring
her, and old Candace, having buriet
her brother, appeared once more Oh
the scene.
And wasn't it strange?-the yer.
day I went back to Albany, Docto
Walton was on the train.
"You?" l cried, pleasantly con
scious of the pretty loops of blue rib
bon on my travelling hat, and bunc
of blue asters in my bodice. ''Why
l never expected to see you here!''
Possibly not, )" he answered, col
oring a little. "But / needed som
new instruments and fresh suppl
of vaccine virus, so thought I woul
just run up to Albany"
"Ah?" said I, adjusting the blu
aSters.
''I shall be detained there a day G
two.' said he. s'May | have th
pleasure of calling on you?'
Well, only to think of that @
course l said eyes" What els
could l say?
And he called. And when he wer
away he asked permission to CORES
pond with me-with me little Nj
rian Keyser, only just out of boar6
ing-school.
} And as true as you live, one of hi
letters-after we had corresponds
all winter long-contained a declar;
ton of love!
"Do you love him, Marian?'' tel
derly questioned mamma, as hid m
face in my hands.
"Y-yes," I confessed, 81 think
do-yes, I'm quite certain that l dc
r But how he could ever have cared fl
me, after seeing me in that odlol
conglomeration of hat, boots and Goa
5 l never can imagine!'
"You must ask him" said mamm
! So 7 did ask him, the very fir
: time he came to Albany in the cha
acter of my betrothed lover.
"Wasn't perfectly ridiculous
o said /, biting my lip at the recolle
ton.
swell, your costume was,' said b
''But your eyes shone like blue stal
o and your cheeks were like newl
! opened roses! If you could only ha
known how pretty you looked !"
And then | felt somewhat comfol
ed. Because things had certain
o turned out all right in the end.
Jocko, the noted Orang Outan
e died in the Dime Museum at Bal
more Monday, where he arrived ls