The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-01-25

TO me IN that way Il vas as tau as
Aunt Deborah. am fifteen. There
is Dick only three years older aud a
great deal more inPudent thAa l. lie
is never sent out Of the room. and
would not 20 il he was
What is the matter 2 asked Mrs
Crcton, as / dropped into a chair be-
side her ..#.
o, nothing much. | wonidn't stew
any more If | was sou. How nice IT
must be to have a beau
l never shall forget the reproaehful
look she cast upon me, as if she we're
trying to see clearly through forest
Of sorrow. .....
Reb, cca, / think it would be much
nicer to be allowed TO mind my own
business .s. ..
Ii seemed as il tea would never be
ready Miss PecksnIff had her hands
IN the biscuit at least an hour, before
they were ready for the oven. Dick
was bringing IN wood for the night,
stopped alter every armful to condole
with her because Mr. CsnteIope had
been such big goose as not to pro-
pose to her instead OF Mrs Cricton.
i wouldn't marry him il he was
made Of gold, she declared tlium-
pbantly, and her shrill notes reached
the comfortable little party by the sit
ting room lire. saw Aunt Deborah
smiling.
'You sit opposite Mr.. Cantelope, said
Dick, when we wore at last summoned
to our repast.
Mrs. Cricton sat next to me, and
Dick beside Mr.. Cantelope. Ny uncle
and aunt occupied their respective
ends OF the table, and Miss Pecksnfi
stood round and waited upon us, with
her face looking as il it had been tied
in double bow knot and wouldn't
come staight again. After the bless
ing was asked, Dick passed the bread,
and the butter. aud the pickles, and
the cold meat, and the doughnuts, to
Cantelope. Aunt Deborah inquired af-
ter his family.
i have nobody jnst now but daugh-
ter about the size OF your Rebecca here
chow l pitied herr. She's well but
wants to go to the factory to live. Ny
wife has been dead nigh about year
and it's pretty lonesome life
Dick passed the doughnuts, and tho
pickles, and the cold meat, and the
butter. and the bread, and | pincned
Mrs Cricton, but vas sorry for il tht
next moment.
i have a good kind of house oyel
in Norton, aud am frst-rate provi
der. always keep barrel Of pork il
my ce lar, bins full Of potatoes, aud on
ions, aud carrots, etc. Then there il
oil the corn meal and rye foar a wo
lnan wants to use Nobody is eveI
scrilnped---
Dick passed the tuseuit, the dough
nuts, cold meat, the pickles, anC
the bread, and the old gentleman, III
tent only nIon overwhelming thos'
pteseut with his invaluable traits 0
character, allowed his plate TO oyerilov
aud busted bmaef with piliLg up th'
provisions in heaps for some dlstanc'
on the table, while he went on illustra
ting -
4 furnish plenty Of wood to keep on
fire always roarlug. | like good old
fashioned fre-places. Tney are mucI
more sociuble than your black stoves
aud save candles, too. / am kin,
man my wives would all tell yo
thai
How many have you bad !? inter
rupted Dick, holding the plate Q
doushnuts ior Mr. Csute!ope to tak
bis fifth.
Three. / have been uncommonl
Inflated in my coujugal relations M
first took the consumption young. Nj
second had the heart disease, and wa
always ailing. Ny tnird committe
suicide
Ia trying to balance bis last biscui
upon a dougbnut, Mr., Cautelope faile
and WAS brought suddenly to n reallz
ing sense Of bis greediness by the yie'
before him. I did not help the matte
auy by bit Of suppressed laughter --
lie was actually embarrassed fur min
; ute or two. Then, turning to Dick. l.
asked,
Were you ever crossed in Low,
young manT
Only very little as yet, sir. replie
. Dick grayely.
'TLen YOU cannot understand m
present feelings, Ny heart is suffer
ing, hence am absent minded.
Your heart. sir Don't YOU kno'
it's nothing but great force pump
! II is your brain that is in danger fror
unrequited affection.'
True, true | have had trouble b,
fote, bat nothing ike this He locke