Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-10-09

s.Of course won't eat dinner hete If you want me to eat somewhere else. And of course I'll wait till Buck comes, and bring him along with me" say, smiling a little doubtfully as the memory of the evening supper and Mir. Martin comes over me. She sees it very plainly. What woman within the love-making epoch does not see plainly and instantly just what her lover is thinking. She glanced at MT. Hunter Smith, then at the yellow dog on the horse blanket, then back at the closed door behind us. Then with q swift move ment she put both hands behind my head and pressed her full red lips upon mine until felt the white teeth plain- ly. Then she drew back little, laughing and making grimaces toward MT. Hunter Smith.
 "Dsn't worry yourself about-about anybody, Jim. You don't need to-" and away she ran out of the entry, rousing up tho old yellow dog till one eye opened and one ear rose an in- 1 stant, and then fell back turning inside out, whilst all four of the horsefies buzzed noisily about in several wild excursions from the dog to MT. Smith and even to the sunny spot on the entry wall. Only Mir. Hunter Smith was en- tirely unmovcd by this angelic flight As for me, all thought of the night mare and the fiddler and his colleague, the merry and mble-footed Mir. Mar tin, went then and there to Eolus. for aught I know. The cavern of the great chest, with it's hugo, tapering. mouldy brass cylinder-mounted. on tho 1 queer little wagon. the carbines, the sabers. the bags of flannel, of canvas and of leather, vanished, and in their place was Heavenly vision of brown and white checked gingham dress, with a narrow edge of white lace pur- posely showing below it, and the shape Hest of chintz sun-bonnets concealing the pretticst face by far that had ever seen. :
 So sat down upon the broad poplar bench at the west wall of the entry and just beyond the line of the sunshine and listened to the noisy hum of the four house-flies, and the whicker! whicker! of lot of yellow hammers upon huge dead oak tree only hun- dred yards away. l could even bend a little and look down through a scat- tered grove of sugar trees and walnuts to the broad sparkling surface of the river, where occasional couples of wood- ducks and summer-ducks went fitting up and down and back and forth. Across the river in the sparscly tin- bered bottom the stccly shin1mer of tho transparent vapor of spring played and wavered before the purplish blue band of far forest trees, and above the light green parallels of gold-twig willows that put fairy walls upon either sido of the wide, swift, shallow waters. High above and from the very blue arch of the sky itself, seemed to hang by gently swaying threads a light and parted cloud of snow white swans from whose long threats came at intervals mellow and sonorous calls, ringing and full of the pleasing excitcmcnts of crowded voyage of discovery. Altogether it was the brightest, stillcst loneliest of solitary spring days moment ago the very sweetest of hopeful spring days now.
 don't at all want to hcar the case of the State against Gran Camel, al- though I am reading law, and am a prospective member of tho itincrant bar of tho Sanltown Circuit. do not want to talk to the abstracted (and perhaps abstractingD Mr. Hunter Smith. So get up from tho bench, urn the corner of the Lcathcrwood House and sauntcr down n pig-path through n junglo of jimson weeds to the bank of the river. There I sit dreamily. throwing occasionally little bits of bark and willow buds into the water, and watching tho slow, cautious movements of a young mud-turtle just under the edge of the water. for how long have no idea
 Suddenly there arc voices close to me, and looking up l behold the tall figure of Judge Barks and the ponder ous form of Bogarlus Loatherwood, Esq.
 They are SO close that dare not move. They are in earnest conversa- tion and dare not interrupt them. am concealed by a screen of jimson
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