Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1919-02-14
The Light in the Clearing
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one nelu up nef nandS while her liE
moved as if she were blessing us.
IT suppose it will not save me If
brush it off" said Sally.
We went on and in a moment a be-
lighted on the honey. Nervously sh
struck at it and then cried out will
pain.
1.-THE bee has stung you" I said.
She covered her face with her hand
kerchief and made no answer.
"Wait a minute-rll get some clay
l said as l ran to the river bank.
l found some clay and molstened I
with the water and returned.
"There, look at mev she groaned
"The bee hit my nose"
She uncovered her face, now de
formed almost beyond recognition her
nose having swollen to one of great
size and redness.
"You look like Rodney Barnes" ]
said with laugh as applied the clay
to her afflicted nose.
"And feel like the old boy. think
my nose is trying to jump off and run
away"
We were nearing the village. She
wiped the mud from her prodigious
nose and wet her handkerchief In a
pool Of water and helped her to wash
1t. Soon we saw two men approaching
us In the road. In moment | OBJ
served that one was Mr.. Horace Dun.
kelberg; the other a stranger and a re-
markably handsome young man he
was, about twenty-five years of age
and dressed in the height of fashion.
l remember so well his tall, athletic
figure, his gray eyes, his small dark
mustache and his admirable manners.
Both were appalled, at the look of
Sally.
"Why, girl, what has happened to
your" her father asked.
Then l saw what playful soul was
Sally's. The girl was born actress.
Been riding in the country" said
she. rs this Mr. Latour?"
"This is Mr.. Latour, Sally" said her
father.
They shook hands.
81 am glad to see you," said the
stranger.
"They say am worth seeing" said
Sally. "This is my friend, Mr. Baynes
When you are tired of seeing me, look
az him"
| shook the hand he offered me.
"Of course, we can't all be good
looking Sally remarked with a sigh.
as if her misfortune we're permanent.
Mr.. Horace Dunkelberg and I
laughed heartily-for had told him in
q whisper what had happened to Sally
while Mr. Latour looked little en-
my face is not beautiful, but they
say that have good heart" Sally
assured the stranger.
They started on. l excused myself
and took a trail through the woods to
another road. Just there with Sally
waving her hand to me as 1 stood for
a moment In the edge of the woods,
the curtain falls on this highly roman.
tic period of my life.
Uncle Peabody came for me that eve
ming. 1t was about the middle of the
next week that 1 received this letter
from Sally:
"Dear Bart: Mr.. Latour gave I'D
md drove to Potsdam in the evening.
Said he had to meet Mr.. Parish. I |
hink that he had seen enough of me.
began to hope he would stay--he
vas so good looking, but mother Is
'ery glad that he went, and so am |,
or our minister told us that he IS one |
# the wickedest young men In the |
tate. He IS very rich and very bad, !
hey say. 1 wonder If old Kate knew |
bout him. Her charm worked we'll |
it? My nose was all
tght IN the morning. Sorry that ! |
ant meet you Saturday. Mother ano !
are packing up to 60 away for the !
ummer. Don't forget me. l shall he !
linking every day of those lovely /
hings You said to me. l don't know /
What they will try to do with me, and
don't care. really think as you do,
Bart, that God has married us to each
'ther.
yours forever,
SALLY DUNKELBERG".
How often l read those wOrds-so
ike all the careless words Of the
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