The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-05-24

as silence coala B.dly ~ ieroas
presence
haven't time Is g,e particulars bot
having made good beginning. WiiA
trae Iush facility. Blday established
herself ia very short umo completely
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haa i0gkiuE ikeoess l0r ueainoss and
good order. and iirs schollyBbatgeF
poor wensu, was lot sefy tidy house
keeper Under the new reeu orjti
grew out IL chaos the house seemed
IN holiday ga,b al the TIME aud an a.
mosphere Of social cheerIuluess petsad-
ga everywhere
One morning. Bia3y had said some
thing about leaving The day before,
the old man ended a grumbhng com
plant 81 Ahson with, / never see 30
good come OF eddication vet liit.
hadn't been for that college business
you might have taken liking to a.
sensible carl, and She 10 yon
He glanced az Biddy as he spoke
She turned scarlet and came near
dropping the dash she Was holding III
WAS not the first time Anson had heard
such insiuuatons. and he rather en-.
joyed Biddy's ircpidatlou
See here father, be said roguishly
Just pick me out a wife and see what
will come Of H.
The only girl know ST worth hay-
ing, wouldn't have you, / dare say
would you Biddyg Joel said, grumbl-
ingly, hnt suddenly turning 10 the
girl.
Anson was smiling mahciously
Bridget OFlynn had kept Barbe's
lover at tantalizing and unrelenGng
distance al this time lie was taking
his revenge now Making desperate
effort Biddy rallied her confused senses
enough to say, with considerable self
possession:
'Shure, sir an il isn't mesclt that'll
be aither having any man till I'm ask
ed
Biddy, will you marry me-? said
Anson, grayely extending his hand
| viii that now, said Blddy prompt
ly putting her hand in his, while old
Joel came near choking himself with
amazement 1t was too late to recede,
however, whether he had wished such
thing or not as they soon made him
understand. lie went out Of doors
presently privately pinching himself
to ascertain if he were in his senses
or not. Seeing the two standing by
the window in close conversation soon
after, he crept with the same laudable
intention toward them, under cover OF
the bushes that grew by the house.
Now, Barbie, Arson was saying,
laughingly, what is to be done Il ext ?
/ must say you've managed wonderful
ly SO far; but what do you suppose
he'll say when he knows you're not
Biddy at all 2
/ Not Biddy at all 2 screamed Joel,
struck with sudden suspicion Of he
knew not what, as he started out Of his
covert
There stood .Biddy, the white fiill Of
her close cap as immense as ever; she
laughed, though, when she saw him,
and deliberately taking off her cap,
shook Der bright curls all over her face,
and reaching toward him her little
hand, said
Shure, sir, an ye won't be aither
hating a poor girl because her names
Barbie Ha,stead instead of Biddy
O'Flynn z
You you Professor Halstead't
grip
Professor Halstead is my father,
said Barbie, in her natural tone.
What's that
Barbie repeated it.
And are you not Irish ]?
Niyer bit !
The old man stood moment, cloudi
gathering in his face.
1 Well, Anson, he said, rather sauci.
ly, you've out.witted me again mucl
good may it do you. You'd better ge
ont the horses now and take Halstead'
girl home He must want TO see hei
by this time.
Yes, sir. And AnsOn cOlOred With
mingled anger aud amazement.
Barbie did not change countenanco
however Extending that pretty hand
OF hers again, she SAID, ewoetly, You'l
shake hands with me, Sir
Joel Schelenbarger turned back anC
gave his hand awkwardly. The cir
took it in both hers, bending her brigh
arched face toward him, and saying,
shall come back sometime, sir. Wi
/ You be glad to see me
! Joel hummed and hawed, and STAN
merod out at last, yee-yes; come back
j Biddy mean Miss O'Flynn ! meal
/ Barbie, suggested the girl, quietly
Yes, come back; aud the sooner th
better. There, Anson, make the mos
on'tr
! Barbie did come back in a very fo,
! weeks, too, and no one was gladder Z
!, soc her than old Joel, though he was
! little shy at first Of Professor Halstead
! girl. She soon made him forget every
thing save that she was Anson's wife
! and the way be humored the sly pus
to sundry grants Of money, refurniah
: ing and repairing, etc, | couldn't begi
i to tell
.LHO.Se THE sr.fEs.
Not many days ago, friend, who
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