The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1867-07-30

& a p4A OWE lN4fi AAd vigorously niitftr
/ "a his attention 70 tbs list of eligible
residences ID his pockct-book.
Ne ~ street, here's the very
place Wants painting badly on the
ouiside, bot may present more prom
ising appearance within. At all events
1 Vel iTy.t
lie rang the bcll. and brief skir.
inishing Of servants in the hali. faded
lady In dyed silk and hair in crimping-
/ pins, appeared
Is tins house 10 let, madam ?" in
| gurod our Colonel tleforentially.
Wen, yes. It's 10 let, but you cant
see il now.
Cant see il how n
"No," snarled the lady, yindictiyely.
Hours are between two and four"
I'm quite sure the female in the
camping pins is an old maid deci-
ded the Colonel, mentally ''and think
she must have breakfasted off broken
glass and cambric needles. wonder
If the people at No. III street viii
be any more afable."
A pretty blue eyed woman in torn
wrapper, and slippers down at the heel,
answered The door bell.
Can / see this house n meekly ques-
toned Colonel Templar.
Could you call again in about an
hour p asked the blue-eyed one. "My
husband is out, and we've been SO
troubled with thieves and respectable
looking agents who carried KEYS with
EN-, that"
"Oh, beg your pardon. Under the
circumstances viii not intrude," said
Colonel Templar. with comic eleva-
ton Of his eyebrows. Perhaps, how
ever, you will be good enough TO OBJ
serve that leave the door mat behind
me, quite safe,
The blue eyed lady looked after Col
onel Templar as he strobe away with
puzzled face.
Its us well / didn't let him come
IN, was her internal comment "He
looks as if be might be little crazed. "
While Colonel Tenplar stroked his
mustache and pondered obviously with
in himself.
4 wonder il | do look like rogue 2
Herbert Bertie ! don't you hear the
door bell BERTHE, / sayl"
The gentleman apostrophized as
"Bertie' was sitting at an old fashion,
ed mahogany desk, absorbed in pile
Of blotted manuscript, with dishevelled
hair, and middle finger deeply stained
with evidently "a young author
@ery much in love with his profession
Directly before him stood the speaker,
young lady of twenty years or there
aboutg
She vas exceedingly pretty, with the
innocent dimpled beauty Of a white
kitten or pet rabbit; blue eyed, with
complexion where faint roses seemed
to glow through the transparent skin,
and mouth like dash of scarlet vel
set While her lovely golden hair was
fastened straight back, in a great lus-
trous twist. En- di&IabiRe. evidently,
but quite pretty enough to excuse all
defects OF aour-sprinkled hands, and
hair half loose.
Door belly" repeated the young
man, starting yacanily.
"les; some one to see the house, I
suppose, and / such figure. Do.
please, go to the door. Berthe; there's q
jewel Mary has gone TO the grocer's,
and see what state I'm In.
She held up both dimpled hands, and
nodded arehly in the glass at huge
tloury patch on the peach-bloom cheek.
There it goes again Do maxi
haste, BERTHE. and on your life, don I
show amy one into the kitchen Tell
EN- its a gem Of little kitchen, but
don't let 'em ia for the cake lis half
made aud the bread half baked, and I'm
half distracted; and the rolling pin, and
spice-boxcs. and egg-beaters ARE all "
ing around loose, and-there.
And the young lady expedited mat
ters with push that lett five white
dots from her i've finger ends ON the
back ot Mr. Herbert's cashmere dress
gown
The dear. absent-minded goose r.
she pondered as she aattered down
stairs into the kitchen; "if there's any
made he'Il be sure to make II. The
more absent-minded be grows do be-
heye.
Why, yes this house is 70 let, said
Dir. Berts, ia answer to the courteous
inquiry Of he tall stranger "And
suppose you wAnt 10 look 1t it,