The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-06-18

sNaMs Efifs ltAst e fHlf WY OF shIf-
linr round ihe que iou AID ! really
Wish you did noi. Before knew yoa,
] thought & was almost a ba1 IS smoke
4 Il was io steal know however, nos.
THAT ii cannot hes aill
Feminine logic.
J have net studied logic vet; aill, a.
/ ! was going 70 say, Sir DON'T like 10
illink oi you n being in q Kind # sulgea-
/ lion 70 anything.
Ivy, seriously. | am not IN suhicc.
tion 70 a cigar. o0ea don't smoke for
months togeibcr. 10 prove il, prom
ise yon Won smoke for The next tao
months.
'Ob, ana SO glad Oh, am 60 mucl,
obliged to youl And You are not IN the
least yexcd that spoke to you about
ihg
Not in the least
Il was afraid You would be. And one
thing more, Sir, ] have been afraid of,
the last few day. You know when flrst
knew you, or before | knew you, | sup
posed you did nothing but walk round
and enjoy yourself all day. But now
know you DO work very hard; and haze
feared that you could not well spare two
hours every day for me, - particularly IN
I the morning, which are almost always
considered the best. But il Jon like 10
write in the evening, You would Just as
soon | would come in the mornng2
Certainly
And If two hours are too much,
hope you won't, At any time, hesitate to
tell mo. have no claim on a moment,
= only '
MY dear Ivy Gecr, pupil and friend,
be so good as TO understand, henceforth,
that you cannot possibly come into my
house at any time when you arc not
wanted; nor stay any longer than | want
you nor say anything that will not
please me -; well, ! am not quite sure
about that - but, at least, remember that
am always glad to see you, and teach
you, and have you with me; and that ]
can never hope TO do you rs much good
rs you do me every day Of your blessed
| life
'Oh, Mr.. Clerron. exclaimed Ivy,
with a great gush of gratitude and hap
pincss do ], can !, do yo1 any good !?
You do and can, my hndril You
supply an element that was wanting in
my life. You make every day beautiful
to me. The hattcr of your robes among
these trees brings sunshine into my heart
Every morning ! walk into my garden as
soon as am, as you say, fairly up, till !
see you turn into the lane; and every
day | watch you till you disappear. You
are fresh and truthful and natural, and
you give me new life. And now, my
dear little trembling beneiactor, because
we are nearly through the woods, / can
60 no farther with you; and because !
am going away tomorrow, not TO see you
again for week, and because | hope
you will be little lonesome while | am
gone, why, ! think must let you kiss
me 7
Ivy had been looking intently into his
face, with an expression, at first, Of the
most bcaming, fearful delight, then grad
ually changing into waiting wonder; but
when his sentence finally closed, she stood
still, scarcely able TO comprehend lie
placed his hand on her temples, and,
smiling involuntary at her bushes and
embarrassment, half in sport and half in
tenderness, bent her head little back,
kissed brow, checks, and lips, whispered
softly, Go now God bless you forev-
err and ever my darlingP and, turning,
walked hastily down the winding PATH
As for Ivy, she won't home in dream,
blind and stunned with a great joy.
The week Of Mr.. Clerron's absence
passed away more quickly than Ivy had
supposed it would The reason for this
may be found in the fact that her thoughts
were very busily occupied. She was more
silent than usual, so much so that her ia
Their one day said TO her, Ivy, haven't
heard you sing this long while, and
seems to me you don't talk either. What's
the matter ?
DO look as if anything was The mat
ter? and the face she turned upon him
was so radiant, that even the fathers heart
was satisfied.
Very quietly happy was Ivy to think
she was of service to Mr.. Clerron, that she
could give him pleasure, = though she
could in no wise understand how it was
She went over every event since her ac-
quaintance with him; she felt how much
he had done for her, and how much he
had been to her; but she sought in vain
TO discover how she had been of any use
10 him. She only knew that she was
the most ignorant and insignificant girl
in the whole world, and that he was the
best and greatest man. As this was very
nearly the same conclusion at which she
had arrived at an carly period Of their ac-
quaintance, it cannot be said that her
week of reflection was productive Of any
very valuable results.
The day before Mr.. Clerron'S expect
ed return Ivy sat down to prepare her
lessons, and for the first time remembered
that she had left her books in Mr.. Cler-
ron's library. She was not sorry to have
so good an excuse for visiting the familiar
Il