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THE OLD SLEIGH. c, Yes, coming. There, mother. be old peckled hen has returned tkwk, at last," 1 holding up a plump white egg that would do sredit to any queen of the poultry yard. The forgoing interesting cnv<»rsation occurred Vennont. it was just such a rur", -rr".v Eng¡¡,¡nd i home as one might have seen titty years a<ro. "\Vel1, I allers said that hen was thankful for past mercies, though your lather would laugh every time I said so. Liddy Stephens ha? just been here she wanted to see you, but you was one so long I thought you must be down to Miss Pennell's." Y èi", I met her as I came through the yard," She didn't teH von the news, did she ?" "She told me Will Marston had returned from California." "It does beat all 'bout that boy—seams just like the piece of poetry you read 'bout the fe.ter that went off and stayed so many years, and then caine back and took his mntber out of the puor- house—only it's the father this time. 'The very Worst of the deacon's six,' it called him, and that's just what Will was then. I never believed he had anything to do with that scrape down to the ..iIl;Je. Liúdy says he's terri ble rich, and i;;¡ going to take care of his father; the deacon must be glad, for I guess he's staid with Caleb most as Jong as he can, comfortable. They say he's going to marry S'm Miller's darter Ruth. You see ",hen Bob liller went out there for hig health, Will found him out and done lots o' little kind- ne8SAS for him, and when he was too sick to write home, Will wrote for him. Part cf the time Sam Was sick himself, so Ruth answered the letters, and be fell in love with her that way. There anybody but the deacon and the Millers kn <>w he was comip.. Sam drove düwn to the depot and drove him up to Caleb's. Glless-they Was some surprised to see him." There is no knowing how long Mrs Allen would have gone on, her tongue keeping time to the busy click-clack of the needles, had not Mr Alleu's Step sounded on the walk. never talked much, and she did not mind her silence to-night. A slight qniver,about the sensitive mouth alone told how keenly the words were feit, and the sigh of relief which es- caped at the welcome sound of her father's voice was lost in thp noise he made as he entered, stamp- ing the snow < ff his boots. father, does it snow ? I ben so busy talking I thought to look out of the window for pome time." Ye.% it's begun to come down (mite smrt. I shouldn't wonder if it was good sleighing by to- morrow." "You don't think it'going to be a long storm ?" Mrs Allen's face wore an anxious expression as she asked the question, tor a long storm meant days of exile to her. "No. I be surprised ef it don't. clear up to- morrow rfoon—iu's 'L z iheth and I can a ride t" the village that'll be a treat, it, dart-er 2" and the smile that lighted up his daugh- ter's face pleaRAlj him more than any answer could have done. "Guess I'll get the old sleigh out. Ben Smith's ben down to the city, and he says he saw lots just like it; it's five years since I sent Jim to the vilblle for the new one and it's never been out since. I'm glad its into fashion again, for I never enjoyed myself complete in the new—al- ways felt a little above my station." And farmer laugh rang out through the old sitting- room at the fitness of his remark. Well, 'Lizabeth, you get supper on the table, and I'll tell father the news, while he warms his feet. He' been down to the wood lot all the after- noon, and hain't heard nothing of the strange th ngs that has been happening here." Having arranged affairs to her satisfaction, the stockill Mrs Allen had dropped 011 the entrance of her husband continued to grow under her deft fingers, while the news lost none of its zest by repetition. That night; after 'Lizabeth had taken her candle and said good-night, Mr Allen sat for some time looking into the fire, then suddenly broke out Mother, mother, don't you think our 'Lizv beth looked kind o' jaded? Then she don't seem to e,.t as much as usual." "There, father, you're freltiug 'bout that girl. I don't know what you'd a done if you'd a had six, like your brother Jonathan." "I didn't know but that news about Will might affect her some you know they used to think so much of each other." Massy, father;! that was years and years ago, when they was children. 'Lzibeth's too sensible a girl to let a fellow like Will Marston disturb her. When he stopped writing to her she gave him up. She's worked hard to-day, and a good nisht's rest will bring her round." There seemed nothing more to be said so he took a light and proceeded to make everything safe for the night. But long after his Rood wife was asleep, he lay awake thinking of the pnle face big daughter had lifted for her good-night kiss. 'Lizabth was not likely to get the strength her mother thought from a good night's rest. Until the first rays of morning lighted up the east she låy thinking of the old days, and living them over again. She could not remember the time when she and Will had not belonged to each other. When they were children be had drawn her to and from school on his sled, saved for her the largest part of his apple, and fought all her battles with vigour worthy of an older knight. When the years in their flight made them no longer children, it was always "Will who, at the alosa of meeting or singing-school, drew her arm through bis with an air of proprietorship, and started for the Alien farm. After his mother's death he bad not chosen his associates wisely but in spite of opposition, with- out disobedience, she had clung to him and still trusted. Then came the affair of the village. One dark night a party of roughs had broken into Squire Peasley's harn, tied together the legs of his hens, nailed up Whitefoot's stall, and then climbing the roof of the ell, plated a board soaked in salt water over the chimney. The old gentleman, who lived alone, was obliged to travel on a slippery morning to the nearest neighbour for help and the villagers were justly indignant, and anxious to punish the miscreants, but no clue to them could be found. Will was away from home that night, and suspicion rested on him as one of the party, until he could bear it gno longer, and decided to go away. It seemed but yesterday, their parting in the old trystmg place. Will bad slipped the tiny gold band he wore on her finer-it seemeri a thread of gold now—asking her to wear it until he camt- back. For," said he, I shall not return until I can offer you a name and a home. Somehow ::)atan bas had possession of me lately, but, as bad as I am, I would scorn to do what they accuse me of, torture a feeble old man. While you believe and trust me, there are plenty who do not and with a last "G'tod-by, my Beth," he was gone. When the first ietter came addressed to "Miss Beth AlIen II ill Will's round boyish hand, Mr Allen frowned, and his wife scolded; but when she was for stopping the correspondence at once, he said,— "There, mother, let her write to him now if she wants to; she can't do him any harm, and I can trust her for a true Allen not to go far WrOD$." So the matter was dropped, and for five years 'Lizabeth's letter were received without comment; then they ceased suddenly and unexpectedly. For months she watched the mails with an anxious face. Mrs Alien shook her head, with an I told you he didn't amount to anything," whenever there was no one but her husband to hear, and Mr Allen waited in silence. Time does much toward healing such wounds, and five years made it seem more like an un- pleasant dream than a reality, w hen he Dews of Will's return awakened the memories cf other days. For once Mr Allan was weather wise. The snow had fallen through the night, covering the earth with a mantle, and feathery flakes Continuing to come lozily åowll until just before twelve o'clock, when there was a rift in the western s'cy, and when the old yellow sleigh stood at the door the sun shone an brightly as ever. "Be careful, father, and don't let 'Lizabeth get cold waiting for you," was Mrs Allen's parting injunction as Rhe came t" Lbe duor to see them off. There was just enough wind to litt the newly fallen snow and send it in little whirls to lie sparkling and glistening a few lods from where it had fallen. Robin was in excellent spirits,and Mr Aden dec;red, as he drew up in front of the village post-office, that the Olstance had never seemed so short. Draw the robe close around you, darter, and don't gut tired of waiting. I've ut to bargain with Sam Chase about that stove, bur, I'll be quick as I can then we'll drive down to Burrtfcam's and get that book you mentioned." With this end an extra pull at Robin's blanket, ¡ Mr Allen was gone. I Father is right; the old sleigh is more comfort- able than the new one," Lizabeth thought, as she nestled down in one corner, drawing the robe more closely to out the puffs of wind that tried to foroe J&t1 entrance at aHc\.>H.lel;¡¡. While tucking the robes between the cushion and one side of the sleigh, her linger touched something smooth, like paper. One of father old receipts he's so careless," she thought, with a fond smile, as she drew it forth for inspection. But a glauce was needed to show her mistake. It was a letter yellow with age, unopened, and addressed to ber-elf in the handwriting she knew fco well. She could scarcely trust her eyes, but there was the familiar post-mark. Stn Francisco, and she was just leanitig furward to read the date, wnen a guat of wiud, taking it from her hand, deposited it at the fret of a gentleman passing by. She dared not look up, but in a moment be was holding it toward her, saying: ."Is this youi* property, Miss Allen?" At the sound of his voice, £<0 little changed that she wouid know it anywhere, the hot blood rushed to her face, and she had scarcely courage to reply: "I think so. I never saw it. before." Sh- felt the keen eyes search her face, and there was a touch of scorn in the question that fol- owed "It is an old letter addressed to you, and you never sawit before?" She felt that she must vindicate herself, and her answer came full and clear. "I just found it in the old sleigh. I do not know how long it has lain then," He glanced ngaiu at the letter it must be the same one he knew the date so weil. The tone was fdmo&t eager now. "You never saw it before, Beth ? You did not receive my last, letter, and 1 -,ive it unanswered ?" Could you doubt me, Wdl ?" She was looking him in the face now. "I might have known better; but you were always so punctual, and when I received no answer to my last letter I was too proud to write and ask an explanation. I thougltt. you had ive" me up, like every one else in B Cau you forgive my want of confidence ? But he needed not words for an answer. When Mr Allen came hurrying hack, the old cleigh bad two occupants. It was some time before they could explain a&aira to hie bewildered mind, but when light began to dawn upon him, he exclaimed,— It i tiitt Jim—he's so careless Lost a letter for me once." Will was persuaded to accompany them home, and it was a very merry party that surprised Mrs Allen by their very early appearance. As soon as possible Mr Allen hurried his wife to unravel the mystery, while Vv Mud 'lizabeth read and re-read the old letter j by the lieht of the hickory fire. What Ruth Miller would say was a source of much anxiety to Mrs AUen, until one day Will remarked, much to her peacs of mind, that Ruth h >d be^n engaged for some time to a friend of his in the West—a gentleman she had met some years before, while visiting in the city. The house upon the hill Will and 'Liza.beth call home, and the old yellow sleigh-well, Mr Allen says: It's not every sleigh can boast of a romance like that." ,?

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