The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1868-08-25


sln. but IFS eyes wandered ever aul
anon d Jane Nilsous daughter. and
81 him Phebe Morgan relied ioF assist
apoe. III Gardner molAeT, too mast
plar heF park
D1geas. / want thee 70 60 home
with me 10 dinner. said Pbebe Morgan
10 the severely plain woman who stood
Il E.i Garylners side VIXEN the hand
shaking had dismissed the meeting
The woman looked steadiastly At Ell
Gardner. ....
TO be sure thee viii 70, said the
Young man, heartily. j viii drive
down for thee this afternoon; and now
want thee, friend Morgan, and all
these young people, TO bundle IN nay
carry al. and / viii take then home
Come, gir!s
Patience Wilson drew back as she
said, Thank thee, but l had sooner
walk
Nonsense exclaimed Eli Gardner.
Save thy strength until thee needs 1t
more. Besides, there is no one 10 sat
with me but thy little brother David,
aud want thee to see how my new
team goes
They 90 bully 10 a buggyr exclaim
ed DAVID Wilson, Patence's Little
brother
Eli Gardner laughed. Patience and
| will try them to the buggy some day,
Davidr demonstrated Patience in a
vexed tone, thee shouldn't talk so. He
picks up such horrid talk at the schools.
Sue said, apologetieally, to Eli Gardner.
'Humph Billy Duane says bully,
persisted David, and I've heard thee
say lots Of times the Duanes were all
gentlemen.
Patience bit her lip, as she was won't
when she was yexed.
'Halloa exclaimed David Wilson,
There comes John Duane, who makes
the music up To st. Johns. Gollyl
what little sharp steeple that church
has got! The boys call il the Church Of
/ the Holy Tooth pick John has got
4 one Of the Hunter girls with him. Say,
! patia. woullnt thee look fine with thv
/ Ihair Ill Eiul-d up Ike tAat, and rod
| flowers il thy bonnetg
Patience Wilson, irowuing said If
! theo isn't quiet, David, III tell mothers
Ii WAS a threat not to be dlsregardod.
/ The boy glanced backward 70 bis moth
ors Madonna face, and Was quiet.
Patience looked after the two pedes-
triaus who tripped lightly by the side
Of the road How pretty Katie Hunter
wasl she thought She was not abso-
/ lutelv prettier than herself, but Pa
tience knew that Katie Hunters good
points were brought out and intensified
/ by harmonious colors ana the modiste's 8
skin, while her own She glanced down
at her drab dress, with the old dispara-
ging look, and sighed John Duane
was so fond of bright tints and decided
shadas Hs was .ond Of all things
beautiful. He was fashionable man
too-a man Of the world, Aunt Phebe
called him. He mingled much in soci-
ETY., and the society of women who.
studied Paris fashions, and made their
purple and fine linen after the latest
modes. He was great lover of music.
Under his skillful fingers rare melodies
were evolved, and to his careful ear no
harmony was lost. He danced also. -
Moreover he liked it. Katie Hunter
said il WAS lovely beyond all things to
dance with him, he kept such perfect
time. And she 7 She was Quakeress,
hedged in on all sides by a discipline
that even took the curl out Of her hair,
she said, sarcastically John Duane
was star out of her sphere. What
stars were in her sphere2 She glanced
down at Eli Gardner He was the man
of her mothers and Aunt phebe's cleo
ton; but she shook her head and drew
away instinctively, so wrapt in her own
thoughts that she did not hear Eli Gar
dner until he had addressed her twice.
The picnic--the walking picnic to
Eegle Cliff has thee not heard Of it ? he
asked.
patience shook her head. No, she
answered, absently
The young people will be sure TO in
vite thee, Eli went on to say.
| shall be sure not TO go, Patience
answered.
On no I Eli Gardner demonstrated.
II thee don't 90, shall not care to.
Patience bit her lip, and said in vex-
ed way, like that in which she spoke to
her little brother: Don't let me infu-
ence thee; | would not for the world.
But thee does, Eli Gardner began.
turning his honest brown eyes on Pa.
thence Wilson's face
Take care or theell upset us shout.
ed David Wilson, as the horses turued
toward the widow Wilson's house, and
Eli Gardner, coming back TO his horses
left some things unsaid that we're il
Ais heart to say.
J9hn Duane, going to St. Johns that
afternoon, looked into the widow Vii
sons front-y4rd rs was his custom and
pleasure and saw a trim little figure an.
der the locust-trees that drew him b5
some secret attraction through tht
fr5utg4te, and u The little eiump u 10.
Gusts.
want 10 see you q minute, AIss Pa
tioace, be sad.
Yes, certainly, answered Patience
Nilsoa IN a confused way, btashine
deeply at tbs amused smile that passed
over the youug mans face a. her raply
! don mean shat thee certainly want
"a 70 see ne, she a1fed biting her Iips
in her Characteristic mluner,
But I do certainly want % see you
J0hn Duane said, eaphahclliy III
this uncertain world there are ieW