Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1895-06-07


clination of her head ana = formal
greeting ignored Miss Benton. She
was very fond of her niece, Lou SAKE,
and "a summer hotel was not a hos
piial, she said
So in the picnic at the Rapids. dur
ing the long, bright day spent at the
Shaker settlement, and at the climb
up Saddleback, Miss Benton wa,
ignored. She was not invited TO joia
in the evening games. in which even
the elders participated, nor did any
one suggest that she was included in
the bidding to the hop at a neighbor-
ing hotel, or TO the concert given in
the village by the summer residents.
The next festivity was "lawn
party" given by an enterprising
youth in the near neighborhood, who,
in the hope of remuneration, had
showered his rustic attentions upon
the city visitors. The sawmill OF
which he was the owner stood on the
brink of great dark pool, that had
been named by the girls the Styx.
Mark MIDGET was his name; and
mark" was an abb-eviation of MAR
quis de Lafayette, gwen name orig
inally bestowed, under the impression
that the French patriots name was a
Christian name. The girls politely
called him 1.-THE Marquis.
Ice cream was to be sold at his lawn
party, and boats were to be let on the
Styx. The girls had enlisted the in
terest of the other hotels and the Mar
quis's tete was & great success.
The girls all enjoyed it much; but
the browning festivity, the last frolic
of the season, had been reserved for
the following day. There was to be
a twenty-mile drive to the lake, sail
around it and a moonlight drive home.
Early on the morning following
the Marquis's lawn party, Lou en-.
tered Pris's room to find her friend,
with CHASTITY face, seated upon the
side of the bed.
at was the ice cream" Pris
gasped. "Oh, dear? Is this the way
IL leels 10 De SICK
Poor Pris clasped the bedpost with
both hands, as though she could there
by stop the dizzy whjrl IN her aching
head. The other girls came in and
suggested various unsuitable remedies.
'Leave mel l don't care if die
I'd rather die than feel like this |
heard the clock strike every hour till
iour-think of 1t, girls And then,
just as l began to feel sleepy, the
COWS commenced to low, and Mr.. Int
tie began his usual conference through
the kitchen window"
Mrs. Forsythe was called. The
remedy for a sick headache, she lie.
clared, WAS to lie abed all day in
darkened room; and to that treat.
ment Pris was condemned
"Please CO." she SAID, when Mrs.
Forsythe wished TO give up the pro-
posed expedition. ''You can do moth
ing by remaining, and | do not want
to feel that 1 have robbed You of a
days pleasure.
"You will be quite alone. Every
one is going but Mrs. Tuttle and that
Miss Benton" urged Mrs. Forsythe.
81 don't want to talk. am going
to sleep all day" The other girls,
with noisy sympathy. yielded com
miseratingly to Pris's command that
the expedition should not be given
up.
Presently she heard the grooming
wheels of the mountain wagon roll up
to the door. One horse was FESTIVE:
would he neigh again? The girl put
her hands to her ears in an agony of
What a shtill voice
Lou Sake had, and how long they were
getting ready!
They were gone at last, and the
girl turned her pillow to see if there
were not cool spot upon it; but no
sleep came. The day was intensely
hot. She had closed the window to
shut out the sound of Mrs. futile, the
hostess, beating eggs in the kitchen.
her sense of hearing was torture to
her.
BY and by Mrs. futile came to the
room, seated herself IN the rocking
chalr-the one that had been utilized in
Mrs. Benton's treatment and enter.
tanned the invalid with graphic ac-
count of all the funerals, accidents
and illnesses that had come under her
observation.
Seems though you'd ought to have
for dinner" she urged.
Couldn't you eat a bit o cheese?''
"No, thank you," answered Pris,
to speak gently.
Its homemade. 'Twouldn't hurt
you"
But I don't care for any, thank
you."
"Jest a grain. You could soak it
in your tea"
please, no murmured Pris.
eff you soak it in your tea it would
make it soft.
Pris's self-control was at an end,
Desperation gave momentary strength.
'I-don't-want any cheese ~ she !
,ried, tiercely. 81 never mean to eat
again as long as / live. Do
yo!"
Mrs. futile moved toward the door
n evident alarm; with her hand on
he knob she hesitated and turned,
With feeling akin to that of the de.
erter condemned to be shot, and ex-
'eetant of the word of command,
Fire p Pris dived beneath the bed.
'lothes. The next moment the bang
If the door quiyered through and |
trough her aching heard. =
How the hours dragged! In the ST.
ence of the great house a creeping
ense OF loneliness came over the girl,
Ill 1t amounted almost to terror.
eff live to get home, I'll never
cave it again, she thought. Chow do