Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1890-01-31

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and a mumbled "Howdy," and took a
seat on an empty soda key against the
wall, which. in his immediate vicinity,
was frescoed deliberately with strings of
red pepper pods hung up to dry.
The titillating dust and odor from this
vegetable made him long to sneese. His
excessive timidity or bashfulness, how
ever, thwarted such an outbreak.
AS rule, young men in this region
when they go "a-sparkin'" have little to
say. Berry Bradley, while different in
many respects from the average "Sprout
Hollow" swain, was no exception to this
rule. If you had seen him, as he sat
there, you would have taken him for an
immutable mute. The pepper pods had
melted his eyes to tears, yet he did not
have the courage to alter his position,
but sat looking through the blur as pa
tent as a statue in fog.
Besides, no other seat invited occu-
pancy save dismantled candle box near
Mrs. Comptons churn. The discomforts
arising from the pepper pods were pref
cradle to nearer approach to his mo-
ther-in-law in prospect.
The good woman finished her work at
the churn, and, without glance at the
visitor, went moodily into one of the
rooms to arrange the table for the even
ing meal; whereupon Berry moved
slightly, got his feet and hands into a
less tense posture, and wiped his eyes on
his coat sleeve. The farmer picked up
his basket, and went out to feed his
] L.
of bray, and left the pods.
"Fd better be a-goin'." he remarked to
the girl standing near the steps.
whats your hurry?' she asked, with
a quick, troubled expression in her eyes.
''Do you think a man orter wait tell
ole Gabe blows his horn in his year fore
he takes hint? MY rooms with more'n
my company in this shebang," he re-
piled angrily.
Il cayn't hep it, Berry" she answer
ed, with a sigh. ave done all l kin.
You oughtn't to blame me fur it."
"Well, it makes no odds. I'll meet
you at meetin' tomorrow night, anil
fetch you home. No, I'm to blame fur't
all, but you'll see. You've said you'd
try me, an you shan't be sorry"
His tone was very serious, and he
walked away without another word.
1t is no small wonder that such man
as Berry Bradley could have won the
maiden-the most eligible in every re-
spect in Sprout Hollow. Reckless and
improvident as this man was. void of
physical attractiveness or educational
advantages, he held the girl in his power
by her heart cords, and through her he
held her parents.
Reluctantly the old people consented
to the marriage. Berry renewed his
promises to reform with doubled earnest
ness, and the wedding day drew to hand.
People for miles around gathered at
the Compton cabin that bright summer
afternoon The cabin was not large
enough to accommodate the guests, so
the space under the trees in front of the
house was utilized for their accommoda-
ton. Neighbors brought chairs and
stools; planks and rails were laid across
stones to make benches, and various
other articles of household furniture and
outdoor rubbish adapted to the purpose
were brought into use for seating the
crowd. Many of the men stood up; some
sat on the rail fence of the COW LOT near
by.
Everything became so still when the
parson stepped from among the crowd
into the entry that the drone of the bees
around the hives at the end of the cabin
could be heard. Berry led his bride from
one of the rooms, and they stood before
the preacher. Her gown was of plain
white muslin. A mass of glossy brown
hair fell in waves over her shoulders.
A few smiles, such as touch faces at
fashionable weddings, even though void
of sincerity, would not have been out of
place, now that the girls step was ire
vocable; but the simple minds of the
spectators We're unlearned in such subtle
arts, and the upturned countenances
mutely and firmly spoke disapprobation
of the match, and sympathy for the
parents, for the bridegroom's character
was well and unfavorably known by
them all.
At the feet of the bride sat her parents,
their gray heads uncovered in the spray
of dancing sunshine which fell through
the tree branches. Truly pitiful was the
leeDle SelHDidilce Oh dppTONal winch Jney
strove to keep in their care worn faces.
The ceremony was over. The most
friendly of the neighbors shook hands
with the newly married pair; then the
throng melted away. Intense and en-
barrasSing silence came to the household
with the departure of the guests. Martha
was to go forthwith to the cabin that her
husband had made ready for her on
some land few miles distant. which he
had rented for the next year.
Berry brought out Martha's box and a
bundle of new quilts-her dowry-and
put them in buggy. The young bride
kissed her speechless mother, and twined
her arms tightly around the wrinkled
neck. With eyes brimful of tears she
went to her father, as he leaned over the
fence looking fixedly at nothing.
He turned when her hands touched his
arm and put his rough, sun Drowned
hand against the side of her face. He
did not kiss her. she did NOT inland 10