The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-11-02

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Somebody IA was Tom Pepper /
think had letter FROM Ned. who wss
pleased With SsS Yort. with his IN
ele's treatment, and With his future
prospects
He's been 10 see the giant. too. said
Tom, he's even taller tbsn represent
ed Wait, its quite what call kind
Of distorted letter, dreadful interest
ing. want to read 10
Wei, wouldn't mind, said Audrey
So Tom gave her the letter II was
a sewing eirele at urs Doves. aud in
minute more Audrey slipped into the
bedroom, and there. alone. read the
letter Just such bright account Of
himself and what he saw Is any intelii-
gent Yankee could have written; but 10
Audrey il was a miracle OF genius. and
above all, be wrote Il, and be folded it,
his hand had rested on it, II brought
TO her remembrance Of his person and
his soul. Under tbs shade OF Mrs
Doves chintz window curtains, Audrey
kissed that letter as mothers kiss their
babies. Then she came back to the
purlor, with her pineushion beld osten-
tatiously in her hand, and told Tom
how many pins one needed in cutting
ont patterns
Smart, amt it asked Tom
What? asked Audrey The letter -
oh, yes, very nice. Aud as she spoke
she would have given twenty dollars. or
fifty, all she bad in the savings bank :
money she had earned by making pot
cheese for market--all this little hoard
would Audrey Dew have given just to
have that very letter for her own.
A week afterwards she went to see
Sally Slocun1, and Sally exhibited her
| photograph album. Here was Uncle
Silas and there Cousin Eben, Mr.. and
Mrs. johnson, with her Eve children all
in row, and Aunt Tabitha Perriwink-
le with her kuitting and
Oh, cried Audrey, didn't know be
had any taken.
| Went down to the store one day, said
Sally, and there he was burnin doz-
len. Didn't reckon how't they favored
him, he said This here was jest lit
tie scorched; I pounced down on it !
will hev that any way, says l.
Lor, says be, what dye want o that 2
but | kopit. Think it like him
When he's serious, said Audrey.
said that's your identical image
wnen you re Ia tLu. u, ,--il o~ny. And
what aye think lie saidS Reckon I'll
stsy hum, then. Lori it's the beaten
est how people want their cards to look.
They must be Ike. You know, if we do
not see 1.-THE shadder pitched on the
paper, and gummed there by what's its
name
This is like, anyhow, said Audrey.
She had viewed without envy Sally's
new bonnet; she lad never coveted her
link bracelets, which were warranted
solid gold; but she broke the eighth
commandment when she looked at Ned
Norroway's carte de visite. ! am sorry
to say that she did not stop there.
Next day Sally Slocum went out to
sec cousin Bringle. at Butter Squash,
| and about two in the afternoon Audrey
Dew stepped softly upon the Slocum's
piazza, slipped into the parlor window,
and had the photograph album in her
pocket in minute. She dared not
take Ned's picture out By itself. her
guilty conscience would have filed her
with fears Of instant detection; but the
theft Of the whole album would never
be laid at her door
Most singlar thing ever knew, said
old MIRA Slocum, relating her expert
cnce to friends afterwards, Some tramp
or somebody else slipped in. and hook
out Sally'a photograph albim, and she
made the biggest timo about it ever you
knev. Sarched high aud low, and she
couldn't fnd nothin' ont; offered re-
ward ard all, and CIV il up; but about
two weeks arter, there comes bundle
Tor Sally, and into il an albim. bigger
and better by two than her tother was,
and on the FIRST page the picture Of I'm
Gle Silas hes dead, ye know. All the
rest she han, 4 never heard nothin on.
Aud who took il and who sent il / dun
no. nor nobody.
Nobody knew indeed, save one gull
ty girl. Cousin Ellen and aunt Tabi-
tha, Mr.. and Mrs.. Johnson and their
offspring. had smouldered into ashes
between the covers Of the book. and on
I ly Ned Norroways pleasant face, albeit
lgrinihed by Photographic art. existed
cut roand and pendant in tiny frame
and glass oVsr Audrey Dew's foolish
little heart.
What's that yoG're searin' on that
ehAini asked Mrs. Dew of Audrey.
IAlwsys Thought deal of Grandpu
! Browns balr. said Audrey
i Yes. poor pa, sighed Mrs Dew; 'twa'
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