Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-06-20
His Unlucky Planet.


FAULT Charley Cleve said. E'Whose
else should it be? But Pm disinherited.
All the same. I've no more chance Of
coming into that fertile farm land than
than yonder Italian organ grinder,
who is turning the crank SO persever-
1ugIy under deaf Squire Homer's back
kitchen window"
"Oh, Charley" said Bess, clasping
her hands despairingly.
81 didn't expect much else,'' won't
on Mr.. Cleve, in a rollicking, light
hearted sort of way. II was born I'M
der an unlucky star, Saturn, or Mars,
or some one of those planets that never
bring fellow any good. You can't
expect star to reverse its order on
my account, can your"
EeBut, Charley"
Just wait until you hear the full
account of atrocities. wasn't so much
20 blame for treading on the cat-any
one might have done that. I don't
think she laid that up against me. And
when I broke down the old cherry
wood chair that had belonged to her
grandfather-that was q mere ques-
ton CT weight. And l mended it for
her, too. But when the broiled ham
for breakfast had such queer taste
&c it-and I had to confess that had
been smoking up the chimney where
it hung"
<sOh, Charley"
How was l to know that she made
u sforehouse of the Darkroom Chin
Hey? Folks in Philadelphia don't do
that sort of thing. And she wouldn't
tolerate tobacco in any shape-she let
me know that at the very outset! The
next thing did was to upset her whole
churning of cream. 1t hung half way
down the well, don't you see, and when
L came home, famished with thirst and
Jerked the bucket down-well, the first
thing I heard was Cousin Sarepta
screaming like mad. els it burglars?"
said I, Selling my black-thorn stick,
cor is it fire?" And had plunged into
the house, and put my literally,
zzot metaphorically-i the old lady's
baking of custard pies, that she had
set on the cellar floor to cool, before
she could make me understand. But
the last straw that broke the cancels
back was the old gray goose"
<'The old gray goose, Charley! Sure
1y, nothing has happened to that!''
Mr.. Cleve shook his head.
f'The very worst has happened"
said he, owe shot itI'
''Oh, Charley!'
The young man laughed bitterly,
and spouted the lines:
why Iook'st thou so? With my cross-bow
1 shot the albatross!"
Eyes, I did. Out wild duck hunting
III the marshes. 1 thought it was rath-
er mammoth specimen, when I lev
eted the trigger; and when Dom
brought it to me my heart sank to the
very soles of my boots I had half an
idea of burying the creature out among
the salt grasses, and saying never
word But that would have been a
sneaking sort of dodge. The Cleves
can do plenty of shabby things, but
they never lie outright. So I brought
If home with the string of wild birds.
S'Fm very sorry, Cousin Sarepta, said
I. <'but I've shot your old goose. I'll
replace it with the finest pair to be
had in Salt Inlet" "Replace it!'' says
she; and then, to be sure, there was
scene. She set a good deal of store
ny that old gray goose, you know.
Eyes, [ KNOW" said Bessie, resign
eddy cit was nearly twenty years old.
She raised it herself, in a basket by
the kitchen fire, and it ate corn daily
out of her own hand. She wouldn't
have taken twenty dollars for that old
goose No, nor fifty, do believe"
ESQ., added Charley, with a partic-
alarly expressive shrug of the should
ers, ''she has turned me out of doors.
She called me a loafer and a shiftless
ne'er-do-weel, and l dare say she |
was right. I couldn't contradict her,
SO didn't try. She recommended me
20 go about my business; so I did. \
And here 1 am. I've telegraphed to |
Philadelphia for the taxidermist. That
was all [ could do. Do you suppose. /
BesS, your father would take me to /
board for eight days? I've Just eight I
days left of my vacation, and there'll |