Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-13

sandy hair was lnobbed tightly at the back of her head, and as to her features they greatly slandered a kind nature.
 When Gurley started home the night was turning sharp and clear.
 Tom Holmes, continuing his talk about the horse, walked to the lawn gate with his old chum.
 Good sugar weather,n he commented, pausing there. ssMy men in the sugar camp are going to stir off couple of kettles t. morrer ey ening. Come over, Jack, and try paddle-full. Ride th' nag and let me look at her."
 "Perhaps will,' said Gurley.
 "You know the place-on the woods road near Black Hollow. Wen all be over there"
 Well count on me-" said Gurley.
 "You wouldn't expect to see any of the modern improvements. I haven't enough naples to make it pay. Adam and Nose Guy boil the old way, on the shares.'
 ''The ground has turned stiff," said Cur ley. II shall have bracing walk home. Who is this young teacher you've taken l into the house, TomF' Il don't know" replied Holmes, indiffer. ently. "She's aome nice little thing from nowhere The district doesn't pay enough to employ a man,
 'McArdle seems to admire her.'' May be he does. McArdle's 8 kind of a sop I guess, though, he thinks she ad- mires him. Living directly by the school house as we do we're always pestered to board the teacher. Drusie was entirely | willing to take this one into the family, and she does seem comfortable enough to have 1 about"
 "You don't know her peoplel" 'No. Barker - the old schoolmaster- vouches for her. She has nobody but an idiotic brother, believe, and she put him | out to work near her. Nice enough girl, l too. Pity she's cur cred with the idiot. You've seen Psyche ..Ice her returns" "Ohi yes; 0 number of times. She's more like swansdown than ever" "You can't complain of ill-luck, my lad," | said Tom Holmes, as they exchanged parting grip over the gate. The trivial experiences of common people, | mere atoms in the universe, may seem scarcely worth the great readers attention, | until he remembers that he is himself mere ly one of those atoms, and that the ancient of all readers unceasingly cons this primer world and it's simple combinations. l Several people were grouped around the deep red fire, over which hung three iron kettles breathing an odorous steam into the | air. Beyond this stood tent of poles coy- cred with brush and blankets, where the l men who tended camp slept. It was close 1 ly wooded spot
 | Tom Holmes, ln one O4 his woOlly over | coats, was stretched at the roots of a tree smoking. Randy Thompson, insulated by silence, sat upright and attentive near the l fire, A sister of the two men who were boiling sugar occasionally helped them try | R ladle-full in cold water, or took her turn at the long stirer. As Gurley approached the camp he noticed these people after he | had seen that McArdle was there sitting by | Phoebe White.
 To her black dress Phoebe White had
 added a scarlet shawl, looping it around her | waist and hooding one corner over her head. He felt sure no influence of the dark outdoors world was lost upon her. She | was listening to other sounds besides Mo
 Ardle's remarks. She heard the first sigh
 ings of spring in the tops of naked trees.
 "You're late, my lad," said Holmes, ris-
 ing to meet Gurley and his horse, and at once taking hold of the bridle.
 "But 'tain't sugared yet" called out the
 elder of the boilers. Nose, he poured 8
 bucketful of cold sugar-water in the kittle
 when my back was turned"
 "I didn't do no such thing" retorted
 Nose. "'Twas you went to sleep early in
 the evenin' lat let the fire go out.''
 Ike went to sleep! when everybody in
 the deestrick knows you ain't never halt
 awake. Folks mind yet how you used to sit
 In school all day with your chin on your
 breast and the boys firin' wads down your
 throat"
 "There ain't one word O truth in It, ii
 muttered Nose, fixing his torpid regards on
 the fire.
 "This looks like the gypsy scene in ITO | vatoro,n lifting his hat as he joined the