Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1886-08-13

| SWING heT uhinmOCk. Her nealtn was
delicate and his constant attendance in
numerous walks, for its benefit, would
be gratefully received. Vesta was taken
along in these strolls, though she priv
ately rebel.ed.
There were other boarders-a family
of Greys and a Miss Catherwood, who
openly rebelled at Amelia's appropriation
OF the only beau.
"Umph! is she engaged to him7" she
asked, spitefully, of Vesta, one day, as
st. Foe and Amelia marched away on
fern expedition, Vosta absolutely refusing
to go.
Certainly not. But we have known
Mr.. st. Rose for long time" replied
Vesta, wishing to defend her sister.
81 should think So returned Miss
Catherwood, significantly.
"Our mothers were friends.
"Umphm
Vesta turned away with q burning
check. Others then noticed what a dead
set Amelia was making at the h ir of the
st. Roses. Her cheeks burned, and with
an impatient breath she sat down on a
rustic seat outside the door, Well. she
could not help Amelia's cause, but she
would die before she would thus openly
seek young mans attentions! She
would live and die an old maid, or die
poor, rather.
Now, Miss Catherwood did not covet
| Mr.. st. Roses attentions on account of
his money-she was herself rich, and
drove the most elegant little pleasure
carriage at The Tameracks. BY and-by
she came walking her ponies down the
lawn, and seeing Ve,ta's sober face, she
turned her stately head. Honestly, she
liked the sweet faced girl, and her tone
was quite sincere and cordial as she
called:
won't you get your shade hat and
drive with mcl lam going to the vii
lage and want company"
Miss Catherwood could be as agreeable
as she could be disagreeable, and Vesta
| longed for a change from her unpleasant
thoughts so she rose and went for her
hat.
A few rods from the house they met
St. Rose and Amelia returning, and Miss
Catherwood drew in.
81 have seat for one of yov," she said,
brightly.
"Thanks," said St. Rose; 81 have an
engagement at noon-but Miss Wylie
would like to go to town, Ipresume.
Now, Amelia cordially hated Miss
Catherwood, because she dressed better
than she did, but she assiluously cult
waited her, because the lady moved in the
best society. She readily accepted the
invitation to step into the elegant little
phaeton, and so, unconSciously, made a
misstep; for at S,arvlle Centre the car
riage was run into by heavy team, and,
as the whcelwright coald not satisfac-
rorily repair it until the next day, the
ladies were forced to spend the night at
the village hotel, which, fortunately, was
very comfortable.
They returned in good spirits, and
somewhat elated with their adventure;
hal late dinner; and looked about
them. 1t was cool, bright afternoon,
but the tennis aground and the croquet-
lawn were deserted-there were no ladies
in the paror, no gentlemen on the porch;
only solitary invalid lady sewing in the
wide hall, All the people had gone
"huckleberrying" she said-"gone to
DcWlnBS PASTURE"
81 know where it is! 1t is lovely and
cool down there. Let us go" cried
Vesta.
"Huckleberrying" cried Amelia, dis
painfully. "Shall you go?" she inquired
of Miss Catherwood, who was knitting
up her carriage-drcss.
Certainly" replied the lady, who
thought John St. Rose might be there
when l am in Rome, l always do as the
Romans do"
Vesta, tripping along, came first into
the Pasture 1t was pretty spot. Great
oaks stood about, and the river nearly
circIed it, like ribbcn of blue steel. 1t
was full of bosky knobs and some kind
of fragrant bush, honey sweet with
blossoms; and all about came the fight
and song of birds
( "Oh," screamed Vesta, "this is the
prettiest place we have been yet. This
is real countryw
| A gray dress and shaker bonnet rose
up from bchiud huge huckleberry-
bush.
| DO you enjoy it SO much, my dear2
Well so do l. l have not been buckle
bcrrying before for forty years."
Such a pleasant, aged face, and such
soft, old voice! Nesta stepped nearer to
the big bush and the little woman
II haven't any pail, ;" she said. "Let
me help you fill y,urs."
She had grown quite familiar with the
old lady in the shaker-bonnet in half an
hour, and the two quart pail was nearly
full of the ripe purple fruit when voices
drew near.
''Huokleberries, indeed I wouldn't
touch the dirty things for the world
staining ones fingers and getting bugs on
your clothes UGH Where is Vesta?
! Oh, there she is, hard at it, with some
hideous old woman she has picked up. :"
Amelia and Miss Catherwood ap-
! preached, and John st. Rose was with
them.
care you enjoying yourself3" he asked,
checrily, of the old lady; and then he
added: "Allow me to present you to my
mother, ladies'"
net, and showed her lovely old face
flushed softly with the exercise and ex-
ertion.
at has been most novel and delight
full afternoon, john" she said. "And
it is an unusu i experience for you, too,
is it not'' turning to the others, with a
look of genie inquiry. But there was
something in the keen blue eyes which
made Amelia understand that she had
leen overheard by thehideous old woman,
The latter took her son arm, while he
took the pail of huckleberries, and the
party walked slowly ont of this Pasture.
That evening, young st. Rose said:
"Wcll, mother, those are the Misses
Wylie | wrote you of. How do you like
theml"