Wichita eagle., 1890-02-09

she not only had new gray moussetne
de laine and delicate Lilac calico, but
her mother actually presented her with
the dark green silk that had been hel
own wedding dress, fortunately plain
and thick, but altogether too strait foI
the goodly propoxions.of Mrs. Tyler now
requiring even every scrap of the long
cardinal she had worn with it to exc
out dress for Sally. Then there wa.
her white cambria dress and her ole
brown gingham. What more could she
need or want? But the squire, going il
to Middletown to sell off some of his
young stock, brought home parcel and
flung it into her lap.
THERE said he, "that's Juno's calf.
'Tain't half SO good lookin' as her shiny
red skin, but guess you'd ruther put i!
on your back, so swapped."
Eager hands unrolled the parcel, and
there lay soft white shawl and hand
full of ribbons-delicate pink, tender
green and shades of aster color, with one
trail Of scarlet flashing through all. Sally
was too happy to speak.
Why can't we make people happy
oftener, when they are young and simple
enough to be made so: At forty, what
are gowns OF shawls or rbbons2 but what
are they not at sixteen.
At Last the old cowskin trunk was
packed and Sally seated in the stage that
was to take her over the hills to the rail
way station.
''Good-by, mother! Good-b by, father!"
Mrs. Tyler only nodded.
"Good-by, little galr' shouted the
squire, nuttering as he turned away, 81
shall kind o banker arter her, I swow!
l guess I'll go n look arter that new
heifer."
So Sally went safely off, and after a
short drive and a long car ride found
herself at Westboro' and Cousin Jerusha
all ready to receive her at the station,
as well as her husband, whom Sally had
never seen-a tall serious looking man,
as quiet as his wife was gay. As soon
as our little friend became known in
Westboro' she also became, without
knowing, a social success; she was SC
pretty, and delicate, and fresh, and
Cousin Jerusha always So popular, that
a round of tea parties and picnics and
drives set in directly, till Sally thought
she had never been in so delightful a
place before.
Westboro is pretty village On hill
side, beneath which runs a bright river
all its shores below the DAM on the vii
lage side, guarded by huge rampant OF
workshops, where the trip hammers
changed all day. and swarthy men with
strong arms worked wonderful results
out of the dull masses of iron before
them.
These ''shoIrs," as they called them,
were dreadful. institution to Sally: she
was taken through them as the proper
thing to do, but the furnaces and the
hammers and the noise SO confounded
and frightened her that she was glad ts
get away To the cool green hillside again
and play with JerushaS children. But
many an admirirG eye followed her prog
resS among the furses; and that very
evening no less than three spruce young
men-5ill known 50 1irs. Phelps. it is true,
her house. Sally did not reJe znize the
vuicans she S;.n IL lile morning in these
washed anG shaven ard adorned Youths,
she only thought taaai very pleasant and
kind. But after that il was surprising
to see how popular Mrs. Phelps grew
how many calls she had OF an evening,
while her unconscious little cousin sat
and smiled and talked and behaved her
self as a wild rose might, transnigrated
into young woman.
A great many drives and walks Sally
had, but after a while one gray horse
seemed to her quite the best and gentlest
she had ever known; and of all the wild
flowers given and sent her, one basket of
trailing arbutusf surpassed all others.
There were pinker clusters and larger
flowers and bigger punches, but the birch
bark basket with its messy covering was
SO graceful, and the flowers so fresh and
so deftly arranged; and then they were
all gathered in her favorite walk, path
in the woods by the river side. SO shaded
and fresh, and sweet with such vernal
odors as were never known to the bare
hills of Wingfeld.
1t was rather odd that this was Joe
Dyer's favorite walk als0-that he own
ed that gray horse and made that birch
basket. Perhaps it would have been
odder still if Sally had not liked him
even. better than his gifts and belong
ings, for he was good tempered, hand
some, gay young fellow, with overflow
ing spirits. quick temper and kind
heart; as lovaEle and honest as child,
yet with all a mans resolute viii,
Sally; he had flirted with dozen of the
village girls and loved none of them.
This shy. simple, sweet little country
maiden was altogether different from
the ronping. boisterous creatures that
are the growth of q manufacturing town;
and for a wonder her voice too was
sweet and Iowa thing rare enough
among New England girls.
Under the circumstances it was hardly
strange that Joe's liking and Sally's,
with no intrusive elements about them,
and tho klndliest encouragement on
Jerushy part. should have ripened into
a real. honest love. Jerushy knew that
joe was a young fellow of thoroughly
good character, earning high wages, and
considered it happy ordination of
Providence that brought him and Sally
together; and when it was time for Sally
to go, and Joe appeared at the cars,
Jerushy discreerly turned her head and
not to hear that perfectly audi