The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1890-03-22

hSSu VI Whit ASub bue squire, going IN
to Middletown to sell off some of his
young stock, brought home a parcel and
flung it into her lap.
"ThereW said he, "thats Juno's calf.
'Tain't half 80 good loolSin' as her shiny
red skin, but l guess you'd ruther put it
on your back, so 1 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 so2 AT forty, what
are gowns or shawls or ribbons2 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, motherl Good-by, fatherl"
Mrs. Tyler only nodded.
"Good-by, little gall" shouted the
squire, muttering as he turned away, 81
shall kind O. banker arter her, 1 swow!
l guess TIL 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 so
pretty, and delicate, and fresh, and
Cousin Jerusha always so popular, that
a round of tea parties and picuics and
drives set in directly, till Sally thought
she had never been in so delightful a
place before.
Westboro' is a pretty village on hill
side, beneath which runs bright river,
all its shores below the dam, on the vii
lage side, guarded by a 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 "shops," as they called them,
were a 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 to
get away to the cool green hillside again
and play with Jerushas children. But
many an admiring eye followed her prog
ress among the forges; and that very
evening no less than three spruce young
men--all known to Mrs. Phelps, it is true,
but not usually so attentive-called at
her house. Sally did not recognize the
vulcans she saw in the morning in these
washed and shaven and adorned youths,
she only thought them very pleasant and
kind. But after that it 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, transmigrated
into a young woman.
A great many drives and walks Sally
had, but after 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 arbutus 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 verna
odors as were never known to the bare
hills of Wingfeld.
1t was rather odd that this was Joe
| Dyer's favorite walk also-that he own
ed that gray horse and made that bircf
basket Perhaps it would have beer
odder still If Sally had not liked him
even better than his gifts and belong
ings, for he was a good tempered, hand
some, gay young fellow, with overflow
ing spirits, quick temper and kline
heart; as lovable and honest as q child
yet with all a mans resolute will
strength and fidelity. And Joe liked
Sally; he had hirted with dozen of the
village girls and loved none of them
This shy, simple, sweet little country
maiden was altogether different from
the romping, boisterous creatures tha
are the growth of a manufacturing town
and for wonder her voice too wal
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 the kindliest encouragement OF
Jerushy's part, should have ripened int
a real, honest love. Jerushy knew tha
Joe was a young fellow of thoroughly
good character, earning high wages, and
considered it a happy ordination Of
Providence that brought him and Sally
together; and when it was time for Sally
to go, and Joe appeared at tho cars
Jerushy discreetly turned her head anC
appeared not to hear that perfectly audi
BILE whisper; Dearest Sally, may writ'
you letter.
But am afraid she heard, neverthe
less, from the very significant speecl
that followed her good-by kiss on Sally
pensive blushing face:
II expect you won't stay away I
dreadful long while from Westboro'
Sally; and you'll be just as welcome a
summer time when you do come back.
To which Sally only returned as an
swer deeper blush and a dimplinI
smile
It would be impertnent TO inquir
what were Sally's meditations in tn
cars they are open to conjecture; bu
=, when she arrived at the station wher
her father was to meet her, and, after
welcome, according 20 his own chestnut
bur fashion, of growl and a kiss, wa
safely set beside him in the wagon, tn
squire looked round at her with pier,
; ing stare, and expressed his opinion
the premises;
. "Well, seems as if you'd growed kim
o good lookin, child. Had a goo
timer"
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