The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1907-10-31

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When HOLSTER Fanshaw first caught
sight of her she was standing at the
door OF dairy, her hands clasped be
hind her head Her gown Of rose col
ored print accentuated the lines OF her
supple figure, Her golden brown hair
was gathered In a heavy coil at the
nape OF her neck. Beside her stood a
brimmlng milk pail, its sides cleaning
us the light struck them.
Fanshaw paused, The roads over
which he had ridden were dusty and
parched under the heat OF the July
sun, and suddenly this dairy, set In Its
cool eXpanse Of fields, seemed most
| desirable place. Near by was the farm
to which 1t belonged, rambling old
fashioned homestead. Fanshaws eyes
swept 1t In one comprehensive glance
and returned TO the girl at the dairy
door. He decided that nothing short
of a glass OF milk could quench his
thirst. Dlsmounting, he tethered his
horse to the fence.
Gould you tell me the road to Berke
leyf he inquired, for the truth was
he had lost his way twice that morn
Ing, not so much from neglect Of read,
ing the signposts as from dreamy In
attention to their pointing fingers, for
the spell OF the great outdoors was on
him, and he reyeled In the alr laden
with the mingled fragrances OF wood
and field, the lure of the long white
road Yet now that he had questioned
his dairy divinity he was once more
alert; his dreaminess had fallen from
him with astonishing quiclsness. But
before the girl could reply an older
woman looked from the doorway, and
II was her voice that answered him.
She was plump and kindly. with
face like December apple. ruddy and
n bit wlthered II was evident that
few visitors passed that way, and she
was urgently hospItable in her desire
that Fanshaw should not only refresh
himself with her buttcrmilk, but that
he should drink II In comfort, indicat-
ing a lvnch inside the dairy where The
air seemed like mountain spring CON.
pared TO the drowsy blaze OF noon
without Fanshaw's horse was con.
tentedly cropping beneath the shade Of
a giant oak, and lfanshaw himself
was equally conicnted and inclined "a
linger. He learned that this pleasant |
bit Of rolling country was the Farley
farm, and IN return he vouchsafcd the |
information that lac had come from the
Hillbrook House, the chief hotel OF a
summer colony some eight miles away, |
As be talked he glanced from time 10
time at the girl.
"a princess OF eurls and cream" he
thought 10 himself. Il wonder how
such jewel came 20 have q rustic
scttingi'
Il suppose you live here with your
aunt, Mrs. farleyY' he hazar,cl
The girl smiled. !. Il. ~,
Mrs. Farley IL not my, aunt" she
answered IN Foft, drawing voice
"rm M orphan. work here"
Mrs. Farley opened her mouth MS II
10 add something TO this speseii. then
ietier of IL cloeed II again
and. rising. went 10 shelf near by
aud continued her sklmming
The Girl regarded Faashaw with
wide. childiile blue eyea
= ealcniate 10 so 70 the ritF gome
Day myself she said '''Pell me about
New York And Fanshuw. fiad of
such listener. plunged 10 II once
with descriptions Of BroadWay aad
Wall street. the rush the claa0r. the
glitter, Of II all. The gifl listened, On.
raneed Even Mrs Farley hung on
,yery word
u often tell Josiah it'a a shame siie
burst out. "ibat we I've right here
from Year TO year and never 81, away.
Way. The biggest place we've ever
seen 20 IS clifford Junction. And I
guess ihni. though The stores there
'eem biz enough for ilir, they wouldn't
" anything 10 New York
''oh. ! don't know" said panshsv
quickly, fearing that his enthusiasm
might have aown tie first seeds of dis.
'onteBt Plenty Of Now yorkers would
'e glad to own such beautiful place
Is ihis.' i