Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-08-22

Presently the storm Gained as sud
denly as it had burst forth Madeline
resumed the sewing which had dropped
upon her lap, and was soon talking in
her old, sensible way.
1t was not long before | discovered
that Julius Stone was often back and
forth at the manor Once | met him
walking in the garden with Madeline
Her face had the inscrutable look it had
worn the evening interrupted her wills
percd consultation with her father.
80 that is her business look"
thought 81 wonder if she looked like
that when she wrote for mo to come
home 1t is intolerablc, the way my
brother shifts off his affairs upon that
girl | must really speak to Robert
about it"
Beatrice, in the meantime, had re,
covered from her sprain. Her Old ac-
tivity had been in no wise impaired by
the temporary restraint, but here, there
and everywhere her bright face appeared
and was always as full of sunshine a.
is cloudless sky in spring, | believe
have forgotten to mention that, on tbs
morning following her accident, Calet
Armstrong, the farmers son, brought hel
a graceful little willow baskev, in which
some beautiful MOSES were tastefully
arranged. If the gift had fallen into the
hands of Mrs. Mannering or Thco,
doubt if it would ever have reached the
person for whom it was designed. Blu
Madeline carried the basket up stairs tC
her sister, whose delight was twittercC
out in a succession of little bird like
laughs.
See, Uncle RafTy!" she cried; "wat
ever anything so pretty? it is fit for I'll
tania's boudOir, is it not? | am SURE
Caleb Armstrong must have the tastes o
gentleman, rustic though he be-"
Undoubtedly the rustic and the gen
tleman have some tastes in common"
returned, lifting my niece to carry hel
down TO the parlor. The basket and tn,
moses went with us, and were exhibited
there with pleased eXultation.
"AIy dear" said mamma, "the collec
ton is quite pretty; and since it SEEM
to give you pleasure, shall allow you t
retain it, overlooking for once the youns
farmers boldness in bringing it here
But hope it will be warning to yol
not to fall in the way of such people
again.
MY dear mamma" returned Beatrice
with gay mockery, "when fall from tn,
top of Acorn Bluff again, it shall certain
ly be at the feet of president in chrysa
lis, at the very least There is no use il
Of
that sort of exotic is not cultivated il
our country"
II wish we had, now and then. prime,
Of the blood here" said Thso. with
little sigh.
TRY foreign travel" Beatrice sug
gested. You would probably only have
to come. be seen and overcome"
"Theo, at least, will never pJrget tina
she is a Mannering said mamma, look
ing complacently upon her first born.
do not wish to do my brothers. wifi,
the injustice of representing her only al
an embodiment of aristocratic pride
Undoubtedly her character bore an in
crustation composed mainly of that Gle
ment, but beneath the surface she may
nave been an affectionate wife and moth
er and an obliging friend and neighbor
have thought it necessary to make thi,
explanation, because | am conscious O
having loved her less than most other
of his family, and am therefore likely t.
set off her character with less tenderness
OF touch. Certain it is that not one o.
her children would have panied her will
ingly the saucy, fun loving Beatric,
least of all.
The summer waned imperceptibly, anC
its incidents, except now and then on,
bolder in outline than the rest, have re
coded into the hazy dimness of the past
One of these exceptional instances ! now
recall
IL was on morning late in August,
think, that started out from my lodging
intending to go up to the manor. Thel
recollecting that | had promised Thee
some water lilies, which flowers were
getting rare, as it was late in the season
for them, proceeded first to the shor,
OF the pond, where | expected to find my
sail boat. 10 my surprise, however, il