Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-01-17

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ever stepped! He didn't do nethin' but
NOPE about an ac' silly. He &ln't never
do no chores about the yard nor nothin',
an one fine day he come to Manton an
says, Dad says he, Il want to go to
college, says he. Well, the old man
was that cumhusticated an took aback
that says he, john says he, yer amt
no burned use on the farm, says he,
am, if yer got the notion, go, an God
bless yerv An John went-that's nigh
onter four year ago-an' he amt got ter
be perfessor nor nothin' yet. guess as
he's cracked; an one day says l, kinder
kind-like, Farmer Manton,' says l,
Johns not right says l. 'Galusha,'
says he, kinder hot, you mind yer own
business says he. Il amt father to no
idiots. An amt said no more sence."
Galusha laughed long and heartily
over this "Reminiscences, while Kittie
logged on along the road to the sea,
Presently they turned a sharp bend in
the road; the pretty little Queen Anne
cottage came in sight, backing upon a
thick wood and overlooking the ocean,
and Galusha, refining in the mare, just
as though she would not have come to
a halt unassisted, exclaimed, Here yer
bel"
1t required, of course, three or four
days for Mabel to become accustomed to
her new surroundings. There was the
prettily furnished house to make ac-
quaintance with, while she wondered all
the time what ever induced its owner to
plant it 80 utterly out Of the world there
was the little forest of pines to explore,
and its most romantic hooks to be discov-
cred; and there was the sea, thing of
never failing beauty, to gaze upon from
the rocky cliffs, as it dashed itself in
fine spray against their base, or from
the broad crescent beach beyond, as it
rolled its crested pillows up the sandy
slope. Yes, all these things were very
pleasant-far more delightful than she
had anticipated. She thought during
those first few days that she would like
to live on there forever, until the nov
city wore off and her fathers ailings
crushed out the new life which the
change had given birth to and kept him
locked in his own den with his miseries;
and even then nature began to pail as
a constant and sole companion, and her
mind turned with ever increasing anx-
iety to the one event which could posi-
bly, break this spell of monotony. Had
her letter in fact miscarred? or could it
be that the favored recipient had treated
it with cold contempt, ruthlessly destroy
ed it or cast it into the waste basket?
Many were the painful, blush provoking
thoughts that each terrible possibility
suggested. She had long since decided
that she had been little fool, and that
of course seniors in college had better
things to do than to answer silly girls
more silly letters. when one day on her
regular visit to Barton Bumps store she
overheard the following:
"It's bin a-kickin' round this here
store three days, an amt goin' ter be
bothered no longer. Hiram, jes' you
stick the drafted thing in one O them
fetal envellups, an dress it to WASH
ton, ID. c."
"Aint We goin' to advertise it, dad?"
"'Tain't no good advertisin' it, Hiram.
There amt nobody as calls herself Jen-
nings in the hull county, an know it"
But Mabel interrupted him. Miss
Jane Jennings, is it? Why, that letter
is for me-" she exclaimed eagerly.