The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-04-13

Orange parted from her TREND Milly
under the maple tree. and walked along
the quiet country road with wet choek,
and a suilocaling weight at her heart
Frederic Chestnut jumped up, threw
on bis bat, and went out with his hands
in bis pockets, like man resolved
The next day be went out again at
the same just after the close Of
Office hours--a and the next day, and the
next Then the look Of dogged deter
mination that had clouded his face
cleared away like fog before sunshine,
aud he got 10 whistling over his work
aud buying new neekties.
DO you know, Aunt Betsey. said his
landlady, that ] am confident young
Chestnut is really IN love this time
MISS Halsey was a spruce little spin
ster, with as many wrinkles as loaf Of
bread just ready to go into the oven,
and beard enough to set up youth Of
moderate ambition She was a. great
snuff takor and as great a talker Ms
Amt Betsey herself, and she trotted
in, puckered and sprY upon this morn
ing, with her snuff box and her tongue
TO talk over things.
There is one certain sure sign, Aunt
Betscy, don't you know it? Writing
po'try. DR.. Watts wrote beautiful po'-
try, and he couldn't have done il if he
hadn't been ia love 1t was Miss
Rowe. I've got book, and it tells all
about il. said she, solemnly, with a
brisk dive into her deep pocket for her
snuff box from corresponding with the
impressiyeness of her tone. Love is
very inspiring, and they are aptto write
it when they are in love, saw il as l
went to neat up Chestnut's room this
morning. Potry, sure enough, capi-
tails and ell; there it lay on his table,
wrote out in scholarly hand, with
beautiful fourishes, and his name ut
the end. in full; handsome as print. So
l suppose have AS good as lost a
boarder, and first-rate one.
Miss Halsey snuffed, and nodded,
and winked, and sighed, and snutfed:
divided betA cen regret at her own loss
and maidenly delight over a love story.
The same day Father Chestnut. after
following up stairs, and down stairs,
and in my lady's chamber, found my la-
dy at the pen of her pet pig with a pail Of
water and shingle washing his face.
We'll, mother, have got news for
you. said he, throwing ont his words
all in heap. Got letter from Fred
eric, and he says he is coming home to
spend the weekend with his wife.
What do you think of thatf'
'Youdon't 7 calculated Mother Chest
nut, dropping her shingle just when the
pig had laid his head in the most con-
venient position, shutting his eyes and
putting back his ears in luxuriant sat
isfaction. A new shingle too, nicely
smoothed and sharpened.
Yes, do affirmed Father Chestnut
doubtfully. That is what Frederic
says; his wife. Who do you suppose
he has got for wife, motherf
w ell, the Dndgeon girl, most likely,
returned Mother Chestnut, with weak
attempt at cheerfnlness. But whoever
she may be, father, she will be Freddy's
wife, and we must treat her like
daughter
Then she went in and put some yeast
rising for an election-cake that should
be fuller of raisins than Of -four, and
frosted like Mount Washington in win
ter
Week lend came, and just ct conn-
try tea-time a covered buggy drove up
to the farm house door with floating
Of stone-brown drapery, ribbon ends,
and the light folds Of veil, showing at
the side.
Mother Chestnut sighed, swallowed,
SMILED, and came to the open door with |
wide-owen arms, ready TO take Fred |
dy's wife, whoever she may be, close TO
her warm heart.
Here We are, mother. Here am /,
and here is my wife, said Freddy. joy
fully, as a bridegroom should, jumping
from the carriage, and holding his
hand to bis mother
Then be turned back with tender
er touch to take out his wife. There
was a hutter, soft rustic, and q little
spring; and, throwing aside her veil, |
there stood Eliza Orange, smiling and !
blnshing like whole garden Of roses.
You dear creeter T exclaimed Moth
er Chestnut. catching hold of her and |
to cry.
i was trying 10 bring my mind 10
that Dudgeon girl. Freddy, and Eliza's
face was such blessed surprise, said |
she, following him TO the barn, present.
ly.
She spoke with an air OF apology,
but with such evident relief that Fred
dy laughed the Iight-heArted laugh Of !
happy man 10 whom everything il one