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

There was a world Of policy inthis last
remark, quite lost on simple Sally ;,so she
trudged out to the big barn on tie hill
side, and, stepping in at the liFsle side
door, threaded her way over milking
stools, pitchforks, wisps of hay, and all
the nameless litter of am i'll kept barn, TO
the wide hay floor, where her father and
Peter, the hired Irishman, sat packing
tobacco. Squire Tyler wasia good speci-
men of an elderly Yankee Turner; his fine
head was covered with iron gray hair,
curling all over it in spite of hin;ihis face
was wrinkled, but sagacious and kindly,
while all the shrewdness ascribed to his
race twinkled in the deep set eyes, halflost
under their big, shaggy brows. He was q
quaint old creature, as far as his domes-
tic life went, but nobody made more
acute bargains than he, or understood
better how TO take the top wave of fiuc-
tuating prices and come off with flying
colors just before his delaying neighbors
lost all their ventures. lie loved Sally
better than anything else, and his Devon
COWS next; his wife came somewhere
lower down in the scale, it is true, but
that was her own fault; twenty years Of
persistent nagging and contradicting
will somewhat stunt the growth even of
a real affection, and whatever of love
still fingered in this matrimonial tie had
its balance altogether on the wife's side.
Now, as he looked up and saw Sally
leaning against the door, her white hood
fallen off, and her face glowing with her
walk and her errand, all his wrinkles
and FUCKERS vanished into q smile of
welcome, and the sharp eyes softened at
once.
"Hullo, Sallyp shouted he, "what be
you after2"
"Oh, father, pleased had letter
from Cousin Jerushy'- Here she stop
ped a minute to take breath.
"Well, that amt no great thing to hev,
is it2 1 thought mother was kind o
down on Jerushy, or you was, or some
thin or mother"
"Oh, not mel And, father, she wants
me to come to Westboro and see her a
spell; and say, father, can't go?"
Sally gave these last words in the true
coaxing whine, and the squire looked up
and laughed.
"You hain't set your mind ont none,
hev you, Sal?"
81 kind O. have, father"
"What does mother say to t, eh?"
"Well, she said 1 couldn't, an then
she said maybe could if l had some
new things, but can't go unless do"
The squire was purse bearer evidently,
and he began to tease Sally a bit. "Well,
HI
here t you can hevif you won't spile m;
there's new halter in that stall, and a
new corn basket; N I've got fire new
ak to the house, f that'll help We
any
"Why, fatheri faint those kind of
things want; it's new gowns and a hat,
and
"What'n thunder do you want hat
for? Can't you wear decent bunnet, n
| not put tin pan with streamers atop of
your head, like them darned fools of
Ruckersr'
"Why don't mean such hat as that;
mean big one TO keep the sun out of
my eyes. I've just got new bunnet."
"Sun won't hurt your eyes none--they
amt everlastin' bright, anyway-but ]
guess you can hev things as you call
'em, 'nough to go to Westboro. An
seein' you can't get 'em without money
why 1 expect I'll hev to give ye some,
/ I'm a dreadful near old critter or'narily
| ye know, but this here terbacker croI
has kinder drawed out my heart, n
won't grudge you some ont"
With which speech the squire un.
latched his pocketbook and fingered out
from its capacious depths dirty bills tc
the amount of twenty dollars, which he
handed to Sally, now drawn near enough
to look over his shoulder; and was him
self more astonished in his turn than SHE
by the hearty hug she gave him.
"Good landl what's that for, yoJ
young critter2 Hain't been hugged 81
this forty year. Had to pay fort
though, didn't II Well! well! go long
gal, when you git ready, and hev frs
rate time; but don't you go to fetchin
any o them young fellers out of the iror
works home arter ye. 1 don't believe il
luggin' a gal through teethin', n measles
n all sorts o. knotholes, n hevin' the frs
sassy chap t comes along go'n and tax,
her off, fore you've had a speck of com
fort out on her."
Luckily the horn blew at this momen
both loud and long-irate signal of
domestic tempest brewing in the hous
and drove her fathers caution quit
out of Sally's head-innOcent little heaC
that had not even remembered befor
that there were iron works or workers il
Westboro, much less young men.
"Whewl" involuntarily sputtered tn
squire as ''the sound of that dread horn
fell upon his preternaturally sensitiv
ear,
Sally ran faster than his walk, but sh
stopped to wait for him behind the grea
water butt, and smiled TO herself as sh
heard him whistling Dundee witt
great earnestness. She was so happ,
she could afford to smile, even at the oh
jurgations that met them both, littl
/, calculated as those sonorous remark
, were to sweeten the dinner. However
! the meal, like all New England penance
/. of that sort, was soon over, and nothing
, was said between the parents of Sally
proposed journey; only that night, jus
. as the squire was all but asleep, Mrs
Tylsr suddenly came down upon him.
D $50 you went and ~ Sally go to WesI
boro', arter all, husbandr' in a tone c
q mingled remonstrance and surprise.
4 "She amt gone yit," growled th
/, squire, "'n don't care a darn if sh
9 goes or stays. l kind o. like to hev he
g round sometimes, but if she's a mind I
J, go, why don't care, only amt a-goil
3 to have no young fellars a-follerin' o
a her homei n you kin jest drop line
s Jerushy and say 30.
a 81 sha'n't do no such thing"
!, SO the squire went to sleep, discreet.
d Sally was what some wise people woul
1 call foolishly happy for the next weel
Y don't know how much folly there WI
q In her pleasure. have seen raptul
: | that was fnO1-ain foOlishneaa. / ba,