The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-03-22

cal had prepared The ruso most carr.
fully.
What a distinguished name T.
whispered enc, +" ] woader II il is his
own
"Is this your book, sir?" sid an.
other looking over htr shoulder.
Ike bowed with lhe finished grace
Of chiealry, and sighed profoundly.
:" / suppose ], recalls your home
Mr.. Fairfield" said the plump little
Miss, sympaiheticallyi "and your
Southern friends. and al the sweet
recollections Of by-gone days. ALL
what terrible thing is civil war e
!. My home my friends, mumur.
cd Ike, brokenly, and making much
use Of his handkerchief, do not men
ton them 1t is more than ! can
bear This weakness may seem un-
manly, but the Fairfields are a sensi-
tive race, and--and--" be buried his
face in bis hands, and added, IN stage
whisper, "my home alas is mine
no longer"
Which was the fact for he had
been sold out by the sheriff just before
be had joined the army.
"Why don't you take the oath Of
allegiance n asked a strong-minded
girl, rather irreverently.
Ike drew himself up to bis full
height GIVE feet eleven in bis stock
ing-soles) and regarded her with in
tense scorn.
"Such suggestions are unnecessary,
Miss T, he returned, folding his arms
with dignity; and from any one but
a lady would be insultingP
Fie, Lilly r. returned the plump
little Miss, who was evidently smitten,
/" you should not be so blunt. Consid-
er your unpleasant circumstances. !
have no doubt now," she added, in a
tone intended for the pseudo rebels
ear, "you find your present society
very uncongenial."
" Mudsills !" cried Ike, forcibly -
F" greasy mechanics ! shoemakers and
hod carriers Shall it be said that the
scion Of the Saint Georges, the Alger-
mons and the Fairiields gtooped to
such associates +? Neverl ! spit upon
them, | despise them"
Time is up," said the surgeon, APP
preaching with glittering in his grey
eye. My friend, you are exciting
yourself too much. Ladies, ] regret
to disturb you
And the girls made their adieu,
leaving behind them most pleasant
mementoes, in the shape Of fruit and
delicacies.
Z + 2 eried |, choking with lauah,,
Ter, gel Your dlscDarge, ana 70 hPoli
the stage. Youn i.ul,o Jour fortune"
!" Softly, my boy, softly returned
that incorrigible. "The comedy is
not over yet"
And neither was it. For whole
week he was besieged by visitors,
principally ladies, and he played his
role to perfection. Luxuries of all
kinds poured in upon him, and were
distributed among The boys with a lib
eral hand ior Ike was no glutton.-
Photographs and letters, directed to
(" st. George Algernon Fairfield be-
came such a drug on the ward-mas-
ter's hands, that that worthy began to
vote it d bore If Ike had advertised
for wife, it could scarcely have been
worse.
But one day the shell exploded in
the magazine. Some enemy Of lke's
made himself busy. A report was
and the Provost Marshal
came down upon Isaac Russell, Esq
like a wolf on the field. There was q
laugh at first I it was so ridiculous,)
but the official couldn't see it, The
circumstantial evidence was strong
against poor Ike, and after the final
uproar, he was too proud and too in
dignant to say anything in bis own de-
fence. So they marched him on TO
the Fort. saw him the day after his
release.
">Hare,7 said he, with the old spar
kle,
f" You may break, you may slatter the vase, ifyoa
But the scent Of he rosos win cling round it
still"
| don't regret it. 1t was famous
joke"
" Rather an expensive one, should
say, my good ST. George Algernon."
"You are right, mon brare, you are
right; but then--the jellies we're ex-
cellent l"-Ihe ConValescent.