Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-02-03


 Agnes looked as she felt mortified. Go this minute" she said sternly, "and confess your fault to Mrs. Burns and ask her pardon"
 "I cant, Miss Agnes, no way" and she hung her head "She hates me and can't knuckle to her."
 "But you must" said Agnes severely. GO straight or you shall not sit with me evenings 1 shall order you to stay in your own room"
 "I will, will" cried Phemy, though it's like putin my hand in the fire
 She ran into the kitchen, and Agnes soon heard Mrs. Burns shrill tones pour ing out vials of wrath. In few min utes Phemy came in sobbing,
 "Did she promise to forgive you. Phe- myT"
 "Dunno," said Phemy, catching her breath al guess she thought l was pretty green to tell on myself, when l might have lied it out easy's nothin."
 For several days Phemy was under a cloud. The delightful intimacy with Agnes bad been impaired by lectures which the girl pondered in her heart but did not love. However, she loved her young mistress with passion that knew no abatement, and the experience, though unpleasant, was remedial.
 Phemy had not ceased to lament that l the "picture man" with his machine had apparently left Scrabble Hill before talk ing view of her in her new blue ging- ham. She looked out lor him in all her chases about the country, and at last learned that he was boarding at the | McKinstrys on a back road, about three miles from Scrabble Hill, in the direc- l tion of the poor farm. All that neigh l borhood was Phemys native heath, and she yearned to go over there not only | to get her ''pictur' tuk," but to startle and amaze the residents of the place by the splendor of her new apparel, to which a hat with artificials had now been added At last, to satisfy her teas ing, on a breezy afternoon late in May. Agnes and Phemy started on pilgrim age to McKinstry and the poor farm with Selim harnessed to the market wagon A delicious breeze from the west sent the clouds scudding and skur- rying overhead, and the roads were rough and stony. crossed by brawling brooks, and coimng out on solitary farms where savage dogs flew out at 
 seemed to keep company with a poor soil. But every foot of the way led deeper and deeper into an enchanted land of lovely blue hills and green val leys, lovely and sweet with much waving grass and running water. Al last, on the edge of broad meadow with clear brook marked by some no, ble elm trees, Phemy spied the top of q white umbrella above the wild roses and blossomed elders
 That's himw she cried excitedly that's the pictur' mani Oh, oh, ohl Dc stop the horse and let's be took in 6 groupv'
 Agnes face flushed, then turned scar let. She had just raised her whip, and inadvertently she gave Selim a smart ] cut over the back which the delicately } skinned, high strung animal immediate ly resented by shieing and jumping into the ditch. Phemy uttered shrill scream that only frightened him the more, anj the "pictur man"-who at that moment was seated on a campstool transferring the likeness of the scenery to the can vas before him with paint brush anC colors-jumped up, knocked his ease into the wild hedge and sprang over tho fence to the rescue.
 "Agnesl Miss RansomI" he cried, no knowing that he had uttered a word . The wagon was on it's beam ends, witt , Selim sliding down an embankment ol all fours. He seized the horse by thu bit with Q powerful hand and forced him up into the road, backing the wagon until they stood on level ground. Ant then, sttll keeping hold of the horse, h. look of his hat and grayely bowed t' the confused young lady, who had drop ped the reina and whose face was stil bgTared with an ebbiug crimson tide.