The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-08-03


tower. had passed nor was tha, sort
Of treatment always pfeotual Appeals
10 reason were not altogether possible,
for there was reason on both sides, as
they very well knew Finally, from
blaming the girl they iell 10 soolding
each other and tho discussion closed
/ BY My Botloy palling his night cap
orei has ears with profane grunt, and
Mrs. Botley subsiding into angry silent
tears.
But Mr.. Botloy was a man Of action
and when bright Phmbus once more
climbed into his window from some
where behind Long Island Sound a
plan was already maturing in his brain
Leaving his wife still slunbering he
hurried through his toilet and descen-
ded 10 bis study-for he had one now,
furnished thoroughly with luxurious
literary oabinet-work, and sgenteel
assortment Of books. Hero he sat
down, and as rapidly as il he we're
telegraphing the price OF stocks, wrote
a letter-the reader guesscs its purport
aud its destination Mr.. Botley pres
ented his compliments, was amazed
nay even surprised Mr.. Foster must
see that the thought Of union was
impossible nay there were insupera-
bic obstacles Mr. Foster must romom-
Der the relative positions Of himself
and the young lady to whom, etc and,
finally, as a meeting would at present
be painful TO all parties, he would see
the propriety Of absenting himself un-
TIL etc. There, said he, as he sealed
the document, that fixes his business,
or I'll eat my hat. Nor did he tell a
soul what he had done. The note in
due time reached its destination, but
not alone. The same post brought a
second to Herbert Foster What il
was about we shall presently discover.
Next day, and for several days, the
three bellgerents preserved sort oi
armed truce-neither Annie nor her
parents approached the subject Of their
disagreement by word or look. Each
perhaps had been little startled, and
was willing to wait developments, One
Of the three, however, exulted secretly.
Herbert studiously avoided the house,
and once meeting Mr.. BotIey in tue
street, contented himself with q cold
bow. Clearly he has taken my hint,
and himself of, chuokled Mr.. Botley,
adding, however, with extensive mag
nanimity, the lad has sense after all.
and knows his place, I'll make il up to
him some day Strange enough, An
ME makes no complaint Of her lovers
absence but that, too, is satisfactory,
eminently so, further soliloquized the
father, and then dismissed the subject
, from his mind.
At the time Of this story evening so.
ciety for many New York men was ol
two kinds. Entertainments at home
and entertainments at the Evening Ex-
change divided their time and atten.
ton. Mr.. Botley, while encouraging
the former, distinctly stipulated that he
should not be interfered with in his at
tendance at the latter. This stipula-
tion was in full force on the night Of
when his wife gave ball which was to
eclipse all its predecessors. There was
great anticipation among the friends Of
the house Mrs. Botley was elated.
Even Annie smiled, though languidly
as the hour arrived when 'awfal Beauty
puts ON all her charms We shall mol
describe the entertainment 1t was
, splendid that encomium OF the guests
will do. Mrs, Botley was delighted
Mr.. Botley had not appeared, but that
was Of little consequence and then
Annie had been so good, though Her
bert ,oas absent When the guests had
departed. the lights were all dead, she
parted with her daughter with warm
embrace, saying. Goodnight, Annie,
or rather good morning You have
fulfilled my utmost expectations, and !
am much pleased with you. Good
by, mother, said Annie, rather sadly,
as she retired into her chamber
j Mr.. Botley was asleep, or seemed so,
when his wife joined him, and, utterly
tagged out, she soon followed him into
the land Of dreams When, late next
day, she awoke he was gone. The whole
house was late riser that morning
very likely be had gone to his Club for
breakfast
BY degrees the domestic establish
ment Of the Botleys came To itself
From basement to roof the daily
sounds Of life renewed themselves
'Mistress's bell T said one servant, and
the activity aroused increased Mrs
Botley would riso. Her maid was in
requisition. Go to Miss Annie's room,
said the lady to that funetionary, and
see il she will be up soon. Give her
my love, and ask Ter how ale is
Yes, ma IN, answered the maid, and