The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1884-11-21


with that teller, after all that's hap
pened2"
eyes, I am; he's come for me-" Great
tears of pure delight rolled down her
cheeks. She had her hood on now, and
turned impaticntly toward the sitting
room door.
Come for youl l s'posc eff he'd got
married to that Hammond girl an come
for you, you'd gone jest the seme!" cried
her aunt, with course sarcasm.
eyes, l would" cried Lizzie, reck-
lessly, her hand on the door knob.
I" don't believe but what that Ham
mond girls given him the mittcn, else he
| wouldn't play second fiddle for any
Teller"
81 would for him" cried Lizzie, as
shameless in her happiness as she had
been in her misery. She opened the
door crack and peeped in then she
turned to her aunt, her eyes like stars,
her cheeks fairly ablaze
60 ood-by, Aunt Jane" she said
" Pm sorry to leave you alone with the
pig-work. You'd better change your
mind an go over to mothers to
dinner"
Mrs. Muzzy vouchsafed no reply, and
Lizzie went into the sitting room and
shut the door.
Pretty soon her aunt watched her and
her truant sweetheart walking down the
street. Lizzie was actually hanging on
to his arm in broad daylight.
81 don't see where she took such
disposition" muttercd Mrs. Muzzy.
Not from my side Id never have
do fSo ,Nf, fa1Ia
Then she went on with her pig-work,
righteous indignation and scorn against
Lizzie minging in her bosom with rebel
lion against the will of the Lord
1t had always been her boast that she
wasn't one of the kind of women who
are forever dropping things, and getting
burned and scalded. and cutting their
fingers. She thought there was no kind
of need of it, if anybody had her wits
about her, and didn't fly about like a
hen with her head cut off
She was to prove, however, to-day that
her Boosting, for one occasion at least
was vain.
she had lifted the first kettle of boil
ing lard off the stove in safety, and de-
posted it in the sink. The second how
she did it she never knew, whether the
sudden weakening of muscle or the
slipping of finger occasioned it-she
dropped bodily as she was lifting it from
the fire.
None of the hot fat went on the stove,
or there would have been a worse com
plication of disasters. 1t landed on the
floor and Mrs. Muzzy's right foot. She
lost none of her resolute GOODNESS with
n l-,+
tie was scorching the floor: YOU could
smell the burning paint. She lifted it
on the stove hearth, and cast a distrust-
full and indignant glance at the molten
grease spreading over the floor
Then she had luckily pair of scissors
within reach. She sat down and cut Off,
with convulsive shivers of pain, but grim
determination, her shoe and stocking
The foot was shockingly burned. She
set her lips hard when she saw it.
" A half winters job,' said she.
"Wcl."
She dragged herself in her chair with
one foot, hitching herself along, in the
buttery, to the flour barrel. She powd-
cred the wounded foot thicky with flour,
and hitched back.
"Thcre," said she, chats all I can
do. There ought to be oil, and band
ages and things; but I've got to set still.
| wish somebody would come"
Then she sat there in silent endur-
ancc, in the midst of the grease, which
had cooled, and formed white coating
over the kitchen floor. Her foot was a
mass Of torture. She did not have long
to wait for help. however; she had not
been sitting there half an hour when she
heard quick steps on the frozen ground
outside.
"Opcn the door, Jane" called the
voice of her sister Hannah Lizzie's
mother. 'I've got my hands full"
Il can't" responded Mrs. Muzzv;
'you'll hcv to do it yourself"
The door opened after a second. The
caller, who had a large plate in each
hand, stopped short in utter dismay as
she took in the aspect of things-her
sister, with her tloury foot and pale face,
and the lard on the floor.
"Why, what hev you done, jane"
she cried
Mrs. Muzzy looked up, and actually
smiled, the first time her sister had seen
her for many IA day. "What hev you
got thar, Hannah?" asked she.
"Why. brought you over some
Thanksgivin' dinner; but l guess you
won't feel like eatin' any now
YES, do. Bring it here"
'But you want somethin' done more
for your foot. Did you tip the hot lard
right on to it, Don't it ache! Hadn't
you better wait an eat your dinner after
the foots been seen tor
mo, Hannah; | want it now. | want
to eat some turkey an plum-puddln
afore I'm an hour older, an keep
Thanksgivin' l said l wouldn't, but
the Lord got ahead of me, an I'm glad
lie has. Bring it here an I'll eat my
dinner, an then, mebbe, kin hev some
thin more done for my foot"
Her sister gave in then, and Mrs.
Muzzy, her forehead wrinkled with pain,
sat there and ate her Thanksgiving
dinner to the very last mouthful.
"I-izzie's feelin' happier" she re-
marked once.
Eyes; George came to take her to his
folL,c' to Ainnor