Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-02-03

more or less leveled with shaving powder,
and he wore knee-b buckles of brilliants and
a stock and rufles.
The Colonel was a believer in the good old
times, clamored for the retention of stage
coaches and always Travelled in his private
carriage. He took snuff, and treated him
self to pinch now, while Slyly observing
the hero and heroine of the adventure just
related Tie had his suspicious, had the
Colonel, that there had been q towrow of
some kind between the two, and he also no.
ticcd the blue bow, and the beads, and the
bronze shoes.
The Colonel was q closer observer than
people generally gave him credit for, and
he recollected that Judith did not generally
wear her bronze shoes to dinner, neither
the blue bow nor the beads. He was also
aware of the fact that Phil Boughton was
an extremely dashing- Hooking youngster,
and that the damsel in the chimney corner
had announced her intention many years
ago of "marrylng her Phil" This was at
the time of the missing tooth, and radish
dolls, and fishing with crooked pins, etc.
1t gave the Colonel quite comfortable
and perfectly natural glow to think that
Boughton's father was wealthy, and their
old place one of the handsOmest in Virginia.
Also he recalled with satisfaction the fact
that only two years ago Master Phil HIM
self had graduated with honors at the
very good thing it would be, the Colonel
told himsclf-and perhaps they would re-
main with him at Carylon for some years
until in fact Here the Colonel, who had
been getting sober and sobcrCr, sighed
rather heavily.
Then Judith looked up for the first time,
but not at Boughton.
"Why do you sigh, dad, dcar:" she said,
quickly.
oh, reckon I'm hungry" said the
Colonel, with delightful provincialism; 'l'm
going to hurry 'em up''
Exit tho Colonel.
AS he left tho room Boughton again res
cucd Judith's bail, this time from a fat,
black kitten in q Toby-collar, and handed it
to her.
! Thank you," said she again.
Here was an excellent opportunity for
chat graceful speech, but somehow he did
not give it voice. He asked her what she
was making. She replied that she was
making purse for Dick
''Oh, yes, Dick" said Boughton. Hes
at the university now, isn't hcs Do you
! remember when / taught you two to skate,
' how you used to go sailing about and come
down bang whang, and never mind it a bit,
: and how poor Dick used to wObble and yell
when he came a croppcr!'
''Dicl1 skates extremely Wcll,' said MISS
Page, with excessive dignity-"Iar better
than do She rose after releasing her
! foot from the gray web, and began winding
( her silk uboutth long wooden skewer with
! which she had been working. Il haze a
! few things to attend to before 80 CT Pray
! excuse me-" she said, finall. turning TO
him, and then left the room w hOut further
ceremony.
Boughton sank down into the little satin
puffed chair, which was yet warm with en-
bracing her, and began bordering many
things in his heart He was jast begin
ming to think that perhaps he had behaved
like beast after all, and owed her an apol-
ogy. when solemn voice at the door said :
/ DINNER am sarVcd, sab"
Turning, he saw that this voice proceeded
from person incXtricably tangled with his
Childhoods experiences. 1t was none other
than Uncle Eden, the major domo of Cary
lOn-an individual as black of hide as he
was white of teeth and soul; for Uncle
Eden had "got 'ligion" at the age of ten.
He was so black as to be the possessor of a
bloom like that on q damson, and had a pale
pink scar down one check, which gave his
skin the appearance of black satin having
ripped over a rose-cOlOrcd lining.
He hcsitatcd q moment when he saw Phil,
and then burst into deep chuckle as his
whilom tormcntor started forward and took
him by both hands.
"Uncle Eden" said he, "you don't look
day older than you did twelve years ago.
"Don' /, Marse Phil! Bless yo' ha at
'Ccp fur yo' whlskerers I'd dun ben know
yuh time / sot eyes on yuh. Lor' ! it don't
seem day since l was jerkin yuh out ell
dat ar tub NV soft soap whar yuh wuz a.
fshin' fur Miss Judy's shoe, she don draI
in it. Yuh sut'n'y is looking peart. Hi
dar-dat's de Cun'l-good-bye till blme by
The dinner was success. When is din
ncr not a success with hungry folks? There
Boughton had not tasted a green goose fol
twelve years. He thought French dishc!
fade and commonplace beside it. And aftcl
dinner he had another glass of "Colone
, / Pages own"
Tho next day there was to be foX-hunt
They were to start at six o'clock sharp
the Colonel told them, and Phil was to rid,
the Coloncrs favorite, Trumpctcr," a.
,, "Hautboy" was lame, and Judith pre-
fcrred q great sun-colored brute, rejoicin!
in the name of " Eyebrows why, no on
, ever knew, as the gallant steed certainl,
possessed none. He had a blazed face ant
, n sullen eye, and enough daylight unde
. him to have illuminated St Peter
, every coign of disadvantage. Blu
Boughton found that his rider had
way of pulling him along that told some
how, and the great raw beast jumped like
= grasshoppcr.
1t was pretty sight as they rode out tn
next morning. The sun was just rising be
= hind q zone of dull gray clouds Berry
y green and topaz yellow met with the soft
. ness of a kiss in mid-heaven, and the moon
wan, as though with much watching, crep
~ down behind the naked acacia trees to tn
left. Over the brown lawn there was
n light powdcring of snow, and there was
keen wind abroad, together with muc
. rusthng of wlthered grass and trees.
!. They had some hot coffee, which Judit
4 poured out for them, and the remains @
. the green goose, and then they set out at
f huntsman's jog for the meet.
u Judith had plenty to do in attending t
n Eyebrows, who was disposed to coquctt
a with every dead leaf that blew across hi
way, and Trumpeter was sufficient of
handful to keep Boughton,s mind complett