The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-06-04

rs we'll DO something o. not ! am sgnp,
Il God bad made noe him. and him me. |
should Be- glad 10 help him. III 20
straight to him the first thing tomorrow
morning.
Once seeing possible way oul Of her
difficulties, her sorrow vanished. Not
quite - gaily as usual. Il Is true, OIL She
sing about tho house that night foF she
was s1mmoniug all her power. 10 pr41am
an introductory speech to Felix Clerron,
ESQ. gentleman and scholar. Her
evolutionary attempts we're not quite sat
isiaciory 10 herself, but She was not to be
dannled and when morning came, She
took heart Of grace, slung Ter broad
brimmed bat over her arm. and began
her march over ihe hills and lar away
ia search Of hcr--iaie.
And did her mother really let her roam
away, alone, on such an erfand 70 a per
feet sirangerf
Humanity speaking, nothing was more
unlikely than thai Mrs. Geer, q prudent
modest and sensible woman, should give
her consent 10 such an---to use the mild
est term unusual undertaking. Nor did
she, The fact is, her consent was not
asked. She knew nothing whatever Of the
/ plan
Worse and worse Did the wiliul
girl go of without leave: without even
informing her parents 7
! am sorry 10 say she did. In writing
4 story Of real life, one cannot take that
liberty with facts which is quite proper
not TO say indispensable, in history, sci-
ence and bclles-leitres generally. Duty
compels me to adhere closely TO the truth !;
and for whatever Of obloquy may be
heaped upon me, or upon my Ivy, ! shall
find consolation in the words Of the Illus
trious Harrison; or perhaps il was the IL
lusrious Taylor; | am not quite sure,
however, that il was not the illusirious
Washington -" Do right, and let the CON
sequences take care OF themselves am
therefore obliged TO say, that lvy's depart
ure in pursuit of knowledge was entirely
unknown TO her respected and beloved par
ens. But you must remember that she
was an only child, and spoiled child
spoiled as only stern New England Puri-
tan parents, somewhat advanced in years,
can spoil their children. ! do not defend
Ivy On the contrary, Notwithstanding
my regard for her, hand her over TO the
reprobaton of an enlightened community;
and hereby entreat all young persons IN
to whose hands this memoir may fall to
take warning by the fate Of poor Ivy, and
never enter upon any important under
taking, until they have, TO say the least,
consulted those who are their natural
guides, their warmest friends, and their
most experienced counsellors.
While | have been writing this, Ivy
Geer, light Of heart, fleet Of foot, and firm
OF will, has passed over hillside, through
wood-path, and across meadow-land, and
drawn near the domains of Felix Clerron,
Esq. Light of heart perhaps | scarcely
ought to say. Certainly, that enterprisng
organ had never before beat SO furious a
tattoo in Iyy's breast, as when she stood,
hat in hand, on the steps Of the somewhat
stately dwelling. TO do her justice, she
had intended to 10 the penancc wearing
her hat when she should have reached her
destination; but in her excitement she
quite forgot it, So, as l said, she stood
on the doorstep, as a royal maiden stood
three hundred years before, mot in the
same place. with the wind blowing her
fair hair about her beautiful cheeks
There had come TO Ivy from the great,
gay world a vague rumor, that instead of
knocking at door, like a Christian, with
your own good knuckles, for such case
made and provided, modern fashion had
introduced the ringing and the dinging Of
the bells This vague rumor found To-
cal habitation, when Mr.. Clerron came
down upon the village and establishedhim-
self his men aud women and horses and
cattle but as Ivy stood upon his doorstep,
looking upward, downward sidcwise, with
earnest. peering gaze, no bell, and no sign
of bell, was visible; nothing unusual, save
a door-knob at the right-ha side Of the
door,--a thing which could not be account
ed for. After long and serious delibcra-
ton, she came to the CONCLUSION that the
bell must be inside, and that the knob was
screw attached to it. So she tried to
twist it first one way, and then the other
but twist it would not. In despair sh be-
took herself to her fingers and knocked
Nobody came. Twist again. No USE
Knock again. Ditto. Then she went
down TO the gravelled path, selected one Of
the largest pebbles, took up her station be-
fore the door, and began 10 pound away.
In moment, gentleman in dressing
gown and smoking cap, with a cigar be-
tween his fingers, Came round the corner.
Seeing her, he threw away his cigar, lifted
his velvet cap, and with polite allow
me- stepped to the door, and pulled the
bell, and passed out of sight. Ivy was
not so confused at being detected in Der
assault and battery on the door Of res
pectable, peaceable, private gentleman, as
not to make the silent reflection, Pulled T
the knob, instead of twisting it. How
easy it is 10 do thing, if you only know