St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1894-06-14

token of mOurniu', because there
were strangers in his land, and e a
Venetian. He was in black; an his
eyes like flan1in', blazin' Goals, an
his face like my ankerchief for white
ness. Il think here must be some
mistaken he begins, quite slow and
distinct. This is a Henglish lady
e SEE. Possibly the-noble-well
born-Herr Lieutenant-did not OBJ
serve so insignificant a difference ?
1t sounded, when he spoke, like that,
as if he bit every word off sharp, be-
fore he dropped it, an the other
gentleman e clapped is and on is
sword. But by this time 'ad all LET
their beer waitin' on the catfy table
and come forward. was stand1n
Up in a circle OF rattlin swords an
S1gnor Carlo. black as night. beside
me, Gliding of my and from tust to
last. Was der Teutel!' SCI one, who
seemed Older and more in authority
like He spoke things IN Is own
language that was like the growth
Of a dog when you reach tor is bone.
You was in the wrong, Arnold,
he SEE, let the dummies Madchen go.
There is plenty others. Why, there :
all that black-a-vised fellow 5
countrywomen, he SEE. An the
colonel won't hear OF any more
duelin'-.' Then bugle began to
call somewhere, in some barr1cks,
and the younger ones they ran back
to the tables and finish their beer,
an the crowd melted away; an me
standin' there with my and in is
and, an the gas snlnln' down on
the two Of US, an e tremblln an
quiverin' all over like dog that $
been struck. Did you hear that!
Did you hear what the Croat said 2
e gasped out, with his face thrust
close up to my face. An they won
fight us, they won't fight us. E
give a sort O sob that cut into my
heart. But merciful mother o
God, e SEE, how long? how long,:
I'VE walked clear mile past the
turnin' to go down to the 'otel that
night, e shakin' all over, and me
thankin' and soothin' OF i'm, before
l remembered Lady Lamb a-waitln
at 'ome for 'er book. An that was
the beginnin'.
That was on'y the beginnin'. He
was a gentleman, SRA gentleman
born, O. high family, an me only
servant girl who loved the stones he
stepped on An he was Roman
Cath'lic, and 1 brought up in the
Sunday school down at Lyndhurst
village. But / would ma followed
him to the very far end of Gods
world whenever e so much as ED
mp his little finger. He cu'd ha 'ad
me for the takin'-an'. sir, he knew
It. But he was a gentleman; on, he
was d gentleman. And never said a
word TO me | should ha' blushed for
his own lady sister to know of.
He was youn, only "a, an me
not IS yet; and the trouble OF the
country was a fever that had got IN
to his blood. Sir, trouble in the
land is in the air; the bread you eat
can come TO taste OF It. At times he
would talk TO me about it until 1t
seemed as if there was a black cloud
angling over our heads that struck
everything else in life common, and
blotted out the sun. But he was
young. Other days he would just
put it all away he'ind i'm with one
hand. Tell me about England. Ugo,
Foscolo went to England. Tell me
about the free Schools he would
say; an the markets, an the free
religion, and the ways of your
people in the streets, an the houses,
e said.
1T was little enough knew OF it,
as you will believe, sir-me, born and
bred / the green O the forest. But
about our own manner of life | did
tell him. An the way Of gentlefolks
like himself-riding through the bare
trees in their red coats, when the
hounds are out in the rimy, frosty
winter mornings. An about Black
Ben Travers, the poacher, who shot
at father, I told him; an about
Mary Parker, my cousin, at Lynd-
hurst farm, an the prettiest girl IN
the country side, that waited for her
sweetheart to come back from the
soldering. An not another man
would she ear Of marrying, an he
gone from her for IA years. Per
Bacco! but believe you would do
the same thing for me, little woman,
he said, when l told him O that
An e took up my hand that was all
pricked and rough with dom 'er
ladyship's SEWN, and he kissed it as
if had been lady out of q picture.
But most oftenest l used to talk to
i'm Of the last time saw mother
Twas spring. She was standin' on
the lawn, side O. the cottage, with
nothin' on her air, an the rain pat
term and drippin' on the laurel
below. Would you like to go back
there with me, to see 'er under your
own trees, little Sunnylocks? e SEE
to me, half joking. An is voice
when e said tit was as if you laid
a naked hand upon my heart.
"'Er ladyship was goin' out a
great deal just then; in the Ugh
Austrian nobility When l 'ad
e.