St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1892-06-09

This journey of Franklin's, coming
at intervals through Narragansett
on his way to Boston, was great
event to many of the good people.
The next day, accordingly, there was
a sort of triumphant procession.
From Little Rest Hill the gentry in
their fox hunting coats came riding
down. From Point Judith, and Lit
tie Neck, and the Bonnet they came
up until the King high road present
ed festal scene. Some rode only
mile or two, just long enough to
have word with the great man, to
present their respects. in the courtly
phase Of the time Those who were
invited to dine with him at Farmer
Browns were the favored few. Dame
Brown and Patience, arrayed in their
simple best, thought them quite
enough, as they welcomed them at
the door, twenty hungry men to sit
down to dinner, and Dame Brown
congratul ted herself that she had
added an enormous chicken pie to
the already bountiful repast.
The pudding was a great success.
Then bottles of rare old wine were
produced. With stories and jests
the time flew by till it was almost
three o'clock, when they arose from
the table. ITO horsep' was the cry,
and negro boys came up with the
horses freshly groomed and saddled.
Off they started again, to accom-
pany the great man upon his way
till darkness should warn them to
return.
After the house was again in order,
Patience felt strangely tired and ex-
cited. All day, in the hustle and
commotion, she had dreaded Roger
Arnold's coming. He had landed the
night before; naturally he would
oversee the unloading of his cargo in
the morning; but any time now he
might come. Her father would come
too, irritable from the excitement
and fatigue, she knew. She shrank
from the ordeal before her.
Mother" she said suddenly,
may l go to Elvira Robinson's to
spend the night ~
Dame Brown looked up, refusal in
her glance; but she dearly loved her
daughter, and half-divined the trou-
bic she did not speak. In her kerr
chief she had fastened the bit of blue
gentian again; fresh and bright it
was, though its eyes were closed.
Patience looked tired and worried.
Eyes, child" said her mother, sit
will do thee good" Without wait
ing second bidding Patience hurried
up to her room, and then out into
the sunset air She walked down
the road again thinking of John
| 10 he ,--l,
where the boat lay; but she decided
not to take the boat, but to walk
around the head of the cove. AS she
came under the shadow of the hill she
: regretted her decision, and hurried
} on. There was Hannas Hill, behinc
her in the marsh, with ghostly stor
les lowering about it,-aud here Dor
othy's Hollow, a seam in the side o
the hill, with more tragic associa
tons. She almost screamed, for, low
and soft, she heared a cry, child:
cry. She shuddered and hurried on
for it was the Crying Bog she wa
passing, and woe to any one who
hears that cry. But few min
utes more brought her into the sun
, light, and around the head of tn
3 cove; and there, its hospitable door
S and windows still open, was he
friends house
, The next morning, as Dame Brown
l was busy in her garden, cutting slip
e for winter growing, and pottin,
e plants to be saved till spring, Elvir;
4 Robinson came riding up, seated OIL
pillion, behind old Pompey he
), fathers favorite slave.
e "Good-morrow," she said brightly
e jumping down, "where's Patience j?
r "Good-morrow, child,-I suppos
S she's with thee"
e "Oh, no,-she reached home safel
# last night didn't she ?''
r ''Of course not, she stayed wit
0 thee" answered the good woma
e placidly.
e But friend Brown" began Elvir
e anxiously, "didn't thee send Casa
S after her about eight O'Clock, to sa
t that her father had come back, an
d that he had the boat, and she was t
S come home with him Immediately !?
5, mo, | haven't seen Caesar" ar
o swered Dame Brown now thorough
r ly aroused. "Where is he,-the ba
It boy?"
e She called little darkey,-for tn
e slave children swarmed about tn
l. doors of the big house,-and tellin
him to find out where Caesar wa
S and send him too her, went to tie
l., her husband. Elvira could not cor
t ceal her alarm. Patience had Gel
:. tainly left herin the evening before
and nothing was to be heard of he
h or Of Caesar, it proved.
e "Pooh-pooh, said the farmer
e this is all right. Like enough Job
Targee could tell where she is
2, ooh, father, does thee think she "a
away?" gasped his wife.
S In spite of his making light of il
the farmer was anxious enough. H
n had his horse saddled immediate