The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-06-25
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given me ,id Mr. Clorron, lightly.
lie SAN tlai something WIS weighing
- be, .piI..s. bai dil uol wish g d.stre
Der ly seeming b uotica Il.
Rat q ug library I SAX e my
garden, expecting every moment ai.l
Bring you,-.-m3 rs here }en are lying
doing nothing but iooa pale aad pretty
bard az yo1 can.
Ivy smiled bui I'D not consider i pfl-
dent 70 speak,
| found your books, however, and
have brought them 70 you You thought
you would escape 4 lesson finely djd you
noif But you see J have outwiHed you.
Ycs--I weni for thg books yeacr-
day, said Ivy bat got TO talking with
Mrs. Simm and forgot them.
All he replied, looking somewhat
surprised j did not know AiG Sunm
could be % entertaining. She must have
exertcd herself Pray, now, i i would
nal be impertineui, upon what subject
did She hold forth with cloqueucc 40 over
powering that everything else was driven
from your mind The best way Of pres
serving apples, dare swear, on lhe upe-
riority Of picked grapes to picked cu-
eumbcrs.'
No, said Ivy, with tie ghost Of am
other anile- upon various subjects +;
but not those. How do yon Do Mr..
Clerront Have hou had d pleasant VS.
il 10 the city
Very wen, thank you, Miss Gecr
aud have not had a remarkably pleas
ant visit, | ann obliged to you. Have |
the pleasure Of seeing you quite well,
Miss Geer,-quite fresh aud buoyant
The lebiness Of tone which he had as
sumed had precisely the opposite effect
intended.
+" Yc banks and brses O b3Rny Doom,
How can sc bloom sac fresh and fair
How can We chant ye little birds,
Aud sac weary iu' q care
j. the wall Of stricken humanity every
where. And Ivy thought Of Mr. Clerron,
rich, learned, elegant, happy on the cur
rent of whose life She only iloalcd pleas
ant ripple,-nnd Of herself, poor, plain,
awkward, ignorant, 10 whom he was the
life Of life, tho all in ALL ! would not
have you suppose this passed through
her mind precisely as ! have written it..
By no means. The ideas rather troopel
through in pellmcl sort Of way; but
they got through just as eiiectually. Now,
ii Ivy had been content to let her mus
Giles remain perfectly sill. her face might
have given 10 sign Of the confusion with
IN but, with foolish presumption, she
undertook to smile, and SO quite lost con-
troll OF lhe little rebels, who Immediately
twisted themselves into a sob. Her whole
frame conyulsed with weeping and try
ing not to weep, he forced her gently
back on tho pillow, and, bending low,
Whispered softly
Ivy, what Is iii
sOh. don't ask me please, don't
Please, go away murmured the poor
child.
will, my dear, in a minute; but you
must think I should be little anxious.
| leave you as gay as bird, and healthy
and rosy,-and when | come back, | find
YOU white and sad and III, | am sure
something weighs on your mind. as
sure you, my little Ivy, and you must
believe, Chat am your true friend and il
you would eondde in me, perhaps ] could
bring you comfort L would at least re-
lieye YOU 10 lei me help you 70 bear the
burden.
The burden being Of such nature, it
is not al an probable that Ivy would have
asscnted TO bis proposition; bat the well
come entrance Of her mother prevented
the necessity Of replying
oh you're awake Wei, told Mr..
Clcrrou he NIGH, come ID, though /
thought you wouldn't be. Slept wen ihis
morning, didn't sou, leary, % make Up for
last night
No, mamma, haven't been asleep.
Crying, my dear Well, now, that's
pretty good one Nersaa she Is, Mr.
Cierr0n. always nervous, when the least
thing aik her; ard sAe didn't sleep
wink last night, which Is bad thing Tor
the neryes.--and ley generally sleeps IKE
Top. She walked ever % your house
yesterday. and when she got home Sic
was entirely beat out,--loQkel a. ii She
had been sick a week. don't know why
II was, loT ,hew walk couldn't have burt her.
She's always dancing round at home. !
doa't think she's been exactly wei fer
foar or iige days Her father and both
thought she'd been more quiet ike than
usual
The sudden pang that Slot across lyy's
face was u8i aaobserycd BY Mr. Cierron.
A thought casne into his mind. he lad
risen 81 Mrs 6eeg's entrance. aud Le
now expressed his regre, ct Igy's Illness,
aad hoped thal she Roali noon be veil.
and aAla g o m her studio and Wiih