The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1888-12-27
A DIFFERENCE IN MEN.

"There's such a difference in men,"
said Garry Vinall.
But" sagely suggested her mother,
'looks are only skin deep. And if it
comes to that, Selah Brown is hand
somer man than Felix Graydo on"
"Ah," nodded Garry, "but Mr..
Graydon is so stylishl He wears his
very collar difforently--and look at che
cut of his clothssi
Caroline" said her mother, solemn
ly, II have no patience with you.
Stand up before me, and let mo look at
you."
What for, mother2"
"stand up, I say, aud let me look at
your reiterated Mrs. Vlnal, shrewd,
elderly woman, with keen blue eyes
and three horizontal wrinkles acl oss
her forehead, and Carrie, much won-
dering, obeyed.
"Humphp commented Mrs. vinall,
after brief survey. Ozark blue eyes,
nothing much out of the common;
little pug nose, nice teeth. and lot of
fluffy, yellow hair, which would look
tidier if you combcd it into flat knot
at the back of your head. What is
there about you, I'd like to know, that
two young men ordinarily sensible
should lose their heads about you. T.
Mother, what strange things you do
sayp gisglcd C.rry, sinking back into
her chair once more.
sand do you know, child" went on
Mrs. Vinall, that you are playing with
the most important interests OF your
lifea There's nothing that can possibly
bo SO much to you a, good hus band.
Why don't you make up your mind
about it2"
1-don't knowp hesitatcd Garry,
biting her pink finger nails.
"Thcn set yourself about knowing"
admonished Mrs. Vinal, tartly. 81
can't live forever, you must compre-
hend, and you've ioitercd your way up
| in life alter such fashion that YOU
can't possibly earn your living by your
self. And If you don't marry now,
while your cool looks last-such az
they are-Tm suro I don't know what
will become of you'll
Mrs. Vinall spoke with roguish
sparkle in her eyes, although her lips
were wrcathed with grave solemnity.
Garry caught up her bonnet and ran
out of the room.
'Tm not goiag to stay hero to be
lectured any more" said she, laughing
in spite of herself. 'I'll go to the vii
lagc after some more salmon-pink wool
to finish my SHAWL
"And you may stop at Bridges"
added her mother, land get mo a
package of matches, and half pound
of Oolong tea, and somc cheese"
The prettiest little creature in the
country" she added to herself, with
true maternal pride, as she watched
Garry 60 tripping down the lane; "and
if could only SEQ her we'll settled in
/ life XIX ouldn't caro- ha==-soun the good
Lord took me away. But l do wish she
would fad it in her heart to fancy
Selah Brown, he's such good, sub
stantial young man. Felix Graydon
may have citifed airs about him, but
Idoubtif, in tho long run, he'll wash
and wear as we'll as the other one."
Aud SO Mrs. Vinall went down stairs
to her pretty rustic occupation of skim
ming cream, in cool, stone foored
dairy, where the light sifted in through
a screen ofquivering woodbine leaves,
and the milk-pans shone as If they were
made of hammered silver, instead Of
commonplace tin.
Such golden. sultry midsummer
day as it wasl Who would ever have
supposed that it would change into that
fierce, sudden stormi
Mrs. Vinal was standing on the door,
step looking up at the sky from under
her shading hand, when Felix Graydon
came sauntering along the quiet coun-
try road, asort Of modern Adoni.
Looks like storm" said he, care
lessly.
At the same moment Selah Brown
jumped on the fence, in his working
dress, with something in his hand.
'Pve found a whip poor willis nes-
Tor Garry, Mrs. Vinall," said he. II
nearly stepped on it when l was cutting
the grass on the north side of the big,
oblong meadow. Sho has always
wanted one for her collection. There
it was, right close to tho ground just
a tangle of sticks and stsms.r
Yes" sail Mrs. Wall, absently,
"Carry'li be aw.u ly pleased. Ju-t lay
1t on the window-sill, Sslah, please ;