Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-10-10

just as she was about to burst int
tears-her usual refuge in time o
trial-a handsome young man in !;
! blue frock came whistling along ane
! gallantly proceeded to releas. hel
from her unpleasant predicament.
She was faint with happiness, for il
the dark, handsome face of the un-
known she had recognized the twin Of
her soul! Her fate was decided. Al
last she was in love!
Before she could collect her scatter
ed faculties sufficiently to inquire his
name or give him thanks for his time
ly assistance, he had passed whistling
away and was lost to her view.
Starting up she flew for the house,
where with breathless eagerness she
burst into the room where Mrs. Clash
was darning stockings, frightening
the old lady nearly out of her wits.
ooh, Mrs. Clash!" cried she, 'sfor
the love of heaven tel me who wears
a blue frock!''
GA blue frock! Good gracious! is
the gal crazy?"
''Who wears blue frock and whis-
ties Dixie divinely?"
'EWhy let me see-there's old Eph
Bunker and Enoch Place and old Mr..
Stubs and'-
"Forbear?" exclaimed Mile, with
tragic wave of the hand; che could
be none of these. He is one of nat
ure's noblemen-the pole of my exis-
tenceu' And Mile walked to win
dow and gazed out as if she would
pierce the secrets of futurity.
"What pole was you a-looking at?''
inquired Mrs. Clash. "There's the
hoppole out there; looks pretty ont
it?''
ooh, heaven, what shocking vul
garity!" cried Mile, wringing her
hands with the anguish of being SO
misunderstood.
''There, DEAR" said Mrs. Clash
soothingly, now well satisfied that her
guest was beside herself, "don't feel
bad about it. Tell aunty what she
was looking for, there's a dear?"
'EFor my Destiny!" exclaimed Mil
lie tragically.
"Hain't this it, dear?" asked Mrs
Clash, picking up blue glass smell
ing bottle from the table
Mile dashed it angrily to the floor.
woman" she cried, "tell me who is
the divine young man in blue
frock!'
IT don't know, DEAR" said Mrs.
Clash kindly. "You hain't well, I
guess; you'd better go to bed; sleep
Will settle your head" and she forced
Mile off to her chamber, promising
20 see about the young man with the
blue frock and the divine whistle
light away.
With this assurance Mile was con-
jent to go to sleep, but Mrs. Clash's |
Inquiries did not amount to much, for /
he next morning she knew no more
bout Miles destiny than she did
he preceding night. And Mile re-
olved to take the matter into her
'wn hands. Accordingly after break
asst, she made a most beWitching
oilet and sailed forth toward the vii
age, family hoping she might en-
ounter Adonis somewhere on the
way.
Her hope was not a vain one. Pass
ng by the blacksmith's shop she
eard above the clang of the hammer
n the steel that whistle. She would
ave recognized it among thousand
Whistles.
She looked in at the door of the
hop. Yes, there he was, the kingly
boxing fellow, his noble forehead
hoist with the sweat of toll, his blue
rock waving in the wind and his
ands engaged in fashioning a horse
hoe for some Bearville steed.
Ter counterpart had been found, and
e was son of povety. But should
hat matter? Should rank separate
nem? Should caste dissolve the union
their congenia1 souls? The gods
orbid!
She was richie was poor; it should
9 her hearts delight to endow this
hosen one with all her wealth of love
nd gold, and in return she asked but
he devotion of his loyal heart
She gave ragged little boy bright
uarter and inquired the name Of the
It was very musical
atronymic, she ught-Frederick
Tilder.
The next question was, How should
lie manage to attract his attention?
hey had first met under romatic cir
lmstances-met in rosebush, and
would not be nice to destroy the