St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1897-03-19
HONEY OUT OF THE LION.
Frances NJ. Abbott in the New England
Magazine.

or three days. Miss Rachel saw him
once. Emerald brought him out to
walk, and Miss Rachel talked with
them over the fence. He would not
come in, though Madam Forrestteld
sent him special Invitation from
her wheeled chair, and afterwards
lectured her daughter on the impro-
prety OF standing and talking IN the
street. Miss Rachel was surprised
to find how little he had changed.
He spoke with the same New Eng
land accent as of old even his gram
matical lapses seemed familiar She
did not know whether it gave her
pleasure TO see him or not; but she
wished she had gone on that sleigh
ride years ago-she was sure that
would have given her pleasure at the
time.
Mr.. Witan went back to look after
his business interests, but Edmund
STAYED in Rivervale. 1t was strange,
considering that Madam Forrestheld
had never acknowledged the family
socially (she could not make up her
mind to send her card to Mrs. Witan
nee Kilburn), how much the two
households saw Of each other.
Agatha Crowninshield, who had
never been beyond Boston, found
great fascination in the conversation
of Edmund Witan, who, il he had
never travelled lar in books, and was
guiltless of the manners and phrases
of polite society, had at least seen
most of the United States with his
own eyes
you ought to come out to Colo
RADIO, Agatha, he said, when she had
been admiring the shadows over
Beech Hill. Scenery is thick out
there"
II should be glad if could see my
own White mountains" she said
wistfully.
Great Scott" calculated the
western youth. do you mean you
have never seen the White noun
tains and here you live within 20
miles ?"
"How could | go?" said Agatha
mildly. "We have no relatives there
to visit"
Visit That's no fun. Why don't
you 60 to the hotels ?"
"Grandmamma never would allow
that. There is such miscellaneous
class Of people at big hotels and
besides, it is expensive"
Edmund thought minute.
"There is going to be coaching
parade over at Jerusalem next week.
can find pair of horses that will
match our span; and we'll rig up
colonial coach and go. It's great
show. You know people trim up
their rigs in all sorts of ways. One
team will be pink and silver, the
sweet pea colors, and another will
be dressed in pond lily style, and
another will be all white and gold
the horses, harness, girls dresses
and everything. saw a coach once
where they'd fixed up the wheels to
look like big sunnowers, and the
people had sunfower parasols.
There's no end to it. Now we can
get some old ark-why wouldn't
that big yellow one out in your
carriage house do? I'll test the run
ming gear to see fits safe-probably
the tires of the wheels need soaking
and you must have old toggery
enough in your garnet to fit out a
GRO wd and we'll all harness up and
60"
You'll have to ask grand
mamma" said Agatha, trying in
vain to repress her delight.
Rachel said Madam Forrest
field the day after the conversation
with Edmund, you may take my
card to Mrs. Witan, and say that
my inhrmities prevent my paying
visits in person"
The coaching parade was a great
success, albeit the Forrestheld Witar
turnout contributed little to thu
general brilliancy, Edmund con
trived to wheedle the old lady into
giving her consent to their driving
over to Jerusalem; but she stout,
refused to desecrate the memory o
her ancestors by permitting thei
venerated apparel to be exhibited i,
such a motley throng. Nor coulC
the young people have the sacre,
ark that had been wont to arous
the admiration OF the jewellers alon
the old Porchmouth turnpike beior
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