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

caught his eye
Marion CarylF
He did not articulate the syIlables,
but they sounded through his brain as
If thousand silyer-tongued bells had
pealed them forth Yes, il was Marion
Caryl, with the bright golden ringlets
floating away from her fair, blue-veined
temples, and the rose-mouth ready to
break into smiles that were answered
by the dewy sparkle Of her eyes.
@AIarion Caryll" he repeated vague
" to himself "And this is Marion s
house, and Marionis husband is lead
ing me through the rooms. How
dreaInlike il seems r
I'm afraid you are tired, said hon
est Bertie, looking compassionately at
Sidneys ashon pale face and wonder
ing that he had not before noticed how
eolorless il was
"A little tired, stammered Colonel
Templar, feeling the hot blood rush to
bis brow once more But no matter
don't let me detain you. / believe
you said the rent WAS"
"Rent? / haven't the least idea. /
believe its either one hundred or eighty,
or perhaps sixty. know VIC paid fifty,
but the landlord is going to raise it, and
Marion and Iare thinking Of a furnished
cottage in the country--somewhere."
"Marion's husband is not a man Of
business" thought Sidney.
"Marion's husband r How the
words cut to his heart
"Well I'll ask Marion--she knows"
said Herbert. "Now, then, I'll take
you down into the lower department.
Oh, BERTHE, Bertie, had you already
become obvious OF the words Of caution
heaped on your luckless ears?
Pretty Marion, screwing the top on
TO one of her spice boxes, heard the ad-
vancing of footsteps with sudden
thrill Of apprehension.
'It can't be possible that that goose
BERTHE has forgotten what tod him, I"
she thought. "He has though, as sure
as the sun is shining, and I'm caught. !"
Marion dropped her box Of fragrant
Allspice, and looked with wide open
eyes Of dismay at her bib-apron.
"They are coming she stammered,
turning alternately red and white
There's no help for It. / shall have
to hide in the presefye-closet'
And our little heroine, ignominiously
taking refuge in fight, ran lightly
across the kitchen floor and hid her
self among preserved Strawberries,
East India ginger, and glimnering jars
of cherries
IF don't lecture Bretie, said Ma
rion, setting her little white teeth TO-
gether like belhgerent pearls, as the
two gentleman came into the kitchen,
and she heard their voices discussing
the relative merits OF stoves and ran
ges
by the way" said Herbert, sudden
ly, Il believe there are some nice clos
cts down here; at least Marion says so,
and---hullo the door seems to stick!"
He gave it jerk Marion's two
hands held resolutely on the door knob
on the other side. Another resolute
pull, full of well directed energy, and
two little hands succunbed.
The door flew open.
BERTHE staggered back into the middle
of the room, and Marion stood there
among the preserves, wofnlly confused,
yet laughing withal, like a marvelously
pretty mouse in novel species of trap.
''0h, Bertie, Bertie, -"
She stopped suddenly as her shy
glance met the eyes of the tall stranger.
She stopped in the middle Of the floor,
checked in her instinct Of fight by some
still stronger instinct, and blushing like
n pink noss-rose down TO the very tips
of her tapery foury fingers that we're
so tightly Interlaced, while the blue
eyes, half hidden by their white lids,
were full of sparkling tears, and the
mouth WIS breaking into tremulous
smile; for Marion did not know whether
she most wanted tc laugh or cry.
Sidney, oh. Sidney"
He bowed grAyely
Until yoa introduce me TO your
husband, Marion. scarcely know by
what name to address you"
MY husband 2 repeated Marion.
Eondeuugly following the direction Of
Sidney Iemplaris eye. ''0h, you mean
Bertiel but be isn't my husband he's
my brotherl Herbert, this is Colonel
remplar, who fought 80 bravely.@
Narions taee hghted np as she spoke;
she had forgotten AL about the preserve
closet and the bib-apron now.
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