Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-13

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 The pails were rinsed and put away, and this young lady carried the light upstairs, while Gurley assisted Toddles and his mug. ''I like cellars" she said, lingering and looking back. Though met my first dis appointment in one. There was jar full of something black which ought to have been jam; but it was tar; and I'm so cred ulous kept licking my finger and tasting 1t over and over before would be convinced. Credulous people do get so much tar in their mouths"
 Gurley laughed, and said he hoped she would have no further experiences in tar.
 They went into the sitting-room, and she lighted the lamp. Gurley took an apple from the platter. With housewifely air this young girl selected his knife and plate and brought him a fruit napkin.
 ''I do love to handle things about house." she said, partially to herself
 Housekeeping is your forte, perhapsW said Gurley.
 'It isn't my fate, then. Iteach the school in this district, you know" she explained.
 'Oh," remarked Gurley, to show that his impressions were corrected.
 "Yes But when Thorney and begin our housekeeping, shall help to farm.''
 ''Iwonder who Thorney isl" thought Cur ley.
 tThorney is my brother" she continued. ''de Is two years older than am. He is working for a farmer across Black Hollow, and saving all his money"
 That being the case,n observed the young man, smiling, ''he will some day be capitalist"
 "Oh, mo-" she replied, with pleased sin- cerity. "But It is nice to be really working toward an object"
 At this moment a rap resounded on the front door of the sittlng-room There were no halls in the Holmes house, so the new conner was distinctly visible to Gurley as soon as the door opened to admit him. En- tertained as he felt himself to be by his temporary hostess, any body would have been unwelcome to him; but thrice nnwel- come though a kinsman of the house, was Milton McArdle. Gurley could not assert that McArdle was the meanest fellow in college, but that was his conviction. He loathed McArdle's lady-liSe languors, his general readiness to be taken care of, his pimply blondeness. McArdle had placed him self in the hands of his religious denom- inatiOn and was allowing it to educate him for the ministry Other students were sup ported by the church; but what seemed in their eases 6 generous stepping to use means for public good, seemed in him cunning and contemptible grasping of what could be got for nothing. Yet Gurley felt certain if McArdle had come to college rid ing on an elephant and having a nabob fa- ther, he would have been a greedy sneak just the same, inspiring Gurley with the desire to fly upon and kick and maltreat him as he deserved.
 He was a long and nervous youth, with slight hands and dropping under lip.
 "How do you do, Miss Phoebe4' said Mo, Ardle, unwinding a scarf from his neck, while he fingered in releasing the young girls hand
 "So her name is RhGhe," thought Cur ley. There's McArdle's patronizing famil- iarity for you. Good evening, McArdle." "Oh, are you here, Gurley! Good even- ing" He undulated toward the fire and warmed himself by the roaring logs quite as if he had come into his own.
 You are classmates, aren't you" in- auired Phoehe.
 "Yes," said Gurley, "But college tolls are nearly over now" said McArdle, in a hi h and rather mel ancholy key, "and then suppose our paths will widely diverge. l shall betalke myself to a theological school to continue prepara- tion for my humble calling. But with your friends and advantages you can do any thing you please, Gurley,"
 Not quite" responded Gurley, indiffer- ently, feeling he should never do that as long as he could not batter McArdle. ''All the family are at church!" said the | divinity student, helping himself to apples. t'Yes," said Phoebe. Even Randy has gone to chapel promised to take care of l the house,
 II apprehended that they might be out" remarked McArdle, polishing an apple and softly slipping knife under the rind.
 "And that's why he intruded himself," thought Gurley. He watched his class mates lean jaws working.
 Miss White and have begun 8 series of readings together" explained McArdle. "You couldn't take me into the class9" | suggested Gurley.
 ''Oh, yes," responded McArdle, stifiy. 'Certainly, if you wish it. You'd be an ac- | guisition."
 Phoebe White, who appeared to rest in no | part of the room, carried of Mrs Holmes 1 unwilling young son into his adjoining | nursery.
 The two young men, after talking awhile, with little interest in each others remarks, dropped into silence and listened to her voice. First 1t was remonstrating with | Toddles:
 70, my tiny son! How can Phoebe rock such a milky-faced boy to sleepa She'll think she has a calfie from the barn-yard; a l real bossy calf that never will let it's l mamma wash it's face and rub it nice and l clean this way. And the cows little child never has such pretty white clothes to put on, and doesn't get wrapped up and rocked" | So, above ounter-remonstrances of Tod ! uISS, SU6 began IO SIuS Hall uuAloE hCE | breath Tennyson'S cradle song, and ToddleS in due time began drowsily to echo her.
 Gurley looked into the fire, fancying how she swung in a rocker, and how the curve of her throat swelled with the sweet, re- pressed crooning. He did not know much about domestic life, having passed most of his years with his farmer and housekeeper. But all this made him feel quite soft-hearted Sweet and low, sweet and low" i sung Phoebe.
 Street aud TO-" l echoed Toddles.
 Wind of the western sea" | Resin sea" FLOW, low, breathe and blow" "BreaSe and bro, ''Wind of the western sea-"
 "Res m sea.
 "Over the rolling waters go,"
 "Doe,"
 "Come from the dying moon and hlow,"
 'Moony bro,''