St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1897-04-02

SuDtltSt C0arm Ol spring, DTOke ITCHY
through his voice. He was actually
trembling.
She straightway poured the goblet
full of cream and profered it, turning
her face aside meantime with the
motion OF a bird on the point of
, flying away. But she did not fv.
"Do you know that | am an old
acquaintance of yours?" Melville
ventured. "Can YOU remember the
young fellow who had the thigh
wound when your home was the
Yankee hospital?"
Eyes. | knew you as soon as
first saw you" She flushed and
smiled.
Il am glad" said Melville. Il
came a thousand miles to see you
again"
That was not altogether lie He
really felt justified in making the
statement. 50 they sat upon the
rock and chatted until she said
81 told my father about seeing you,
and he said that you must come 10
the house and let him have talk
with you. He remembers you per-
fectly. We have often spoken about
you and wondered what might have
become of you"
"Why not go upthere right now?"
Melville demanded, impulsively ris.
ing. you both were so good to me.
1t is all so clear to me now" He
drew his hand swiftly across his fore
head, as if brushing away the last
film of uncertainty. Come; l am
impatient to see him and tell him |
have waited too long"
Peevy had young broied squirrels
for supper. Melville came in late
and said that he had been ieasting at
the mansion on the hill.
"Ye'd better be kinder keertul how
we're a-foolin' WI tibet ole scamp"
Peevy protested, FER he'll do We some
deviment yit." Then he chuckled and
leered while he added: These yer
|
>qulr'ls is mighty tender an sweet.
Got 'em in the ole feller's woods
while he wer' a-entertain' ye."
The young man scarcely heard this;
he was so assaled with humming
joys and singing delights. Every
drop OF his blood was a hot image OF
love fitting back and forth between
heart and brain. To his vision the
whole sphere of existence was
splendid purple dream-mist, in which
a yellow haired girl shimmered and
danced, like Galatea OF old, a very
thistle-down OF beauty.
The inevitable nearl v always out
strips every hing else; bat in love the
inevitable assumes so many forms
that we can never be sure OF it until
the final thing is done, and success
or disaster claims the victory.
Ryan Melville and Agnes Chastain
were openly lovers from the start.
and agreed to date their romance
back to the days when he Law
wounded, almost dying, in her
fathers house, and she, a mere Chile,
carried soup to HIM aud fed him
with spoon. Bat old Colonel Bob
Chastain was a factor in the reckon
ing, and he hated Yankees. as he
called the Northerners, with deep
seated, almost lanatical passion.
Melville felt the danger As mere
guest, as a man to be entertained as
target for reminiscent talk, he
was all that could be desired for the
Colonies uses. But as sonin.law ?
Unquestionably, here was the obsta.
Gle, looming like a bastion with
double batteries.
Melville lost no time. Every dav
was devoted to Chastain place, most
largely to Colonel Bob, who wa, as
garrulous as he was puncliliously
formal and loftily condesceudnp.
There was no trouble in the matter
OF getting on with Colonel Bob. Give
him his way and let him 90: that
was all, But Melville had notion
OF his own, and impatiently desired
to air it in Colonel Bub's ear. Then.
doubtless, the storm would fall.
AS for Peevy, he had advice to
give without stint. Not that he
knew anything about Melvilles pre-
dlcament, beyond the vaguest sur.
mise, but he had grown fond of his
young guest, and he hated Colonel
Bob more bitterly day by day.
yell find the ole one-laigged will
yam out yit," he insisted, "w'en he
draps onter We wi some o. his mean
ness. + Is Won III nnt ,;, 49,. .