The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-02-01

eyes turned 10 the door Then
Was II an angel that entered : job
mentally asked, looked dared, a. th
white-draped figure, with floating curl
and liquid brown eyes, came in. He
rosy bps parted 10 so sweet smile
that II made her quite enchanting -
She started as she met the grave, as
touisbed face Of John Dent then NOV
ing toward him, she bowed, and with
seli-poised, womanly air, she took be-
stand at the board, while the pupili
were all Of attention
j 'Whew + whispered John under hi,
breath +; who is she Well, she n
gorgeous
He watched her With new and
strange emotions, as she stood there
those beautiful eyes alight with the fire
OF genius, her white arm raised the
cloud Of delicate muslin falling grace.
fully away from it. What power there
was in every movement OF the wand
she held ? The difficult problems lost
their statelness, and seemed to fall
hnmbly before her, as ia the presence
OF a conquerer, confessing themselves
vanished
And she woman, thought John,
drawing bis breath hard there are
few men who could match her
Well, that's our principal said one
Of the girls as the queen OF beauty aud
OF science left the room, taking more
than hei smiles and sunshine with her /:
THAT'S Miss Bessy ! isn't she beauti-
ful 2
That--that--' suffered John oh
no, you must be mistaken. II saw
Miss Bessy-that is, Miss Marvin, when
first came very tall woman,
with
oh, dear, no, that's her aunt cried
the girl, laughing Poor Miss Marvin
that's good joke-she only sees to
things but Miss Bessy we worship
HER 7
Poor John
Well, John, cried bis uncle, one
pleasant winter day going to give up
teaching, / suppose found it great
bore, ell !?
No, sill, replied John, its glorious
occupation
oh, il is aud is the spinster prin-
cipal Did you find her glorious,
too 2
More than that, replied John, look
ing hnnihlenn the instant.
You did not consider her quite old
enough to be your mother 2
Uncle his cheeks crimsoned.
Not such terrible female as you ex-
pected, eh 2
You would make a splendid diDlo-
nal, uncle Tom, responded his neph-
eW.
Well, yes, I rather fatter myself |
shou d. | comprehended your good
qualities, you see, from the first. A
little spoiled, or n good deal, maybe,
but thanks to a gracious Providence,
enough man in you to make something
Of fancied you possessed some no
Die traits OF character aud executive
ability, that you yourself knew not of.
saw also that you needed some mo-
tive OF sufficient power to push you
ahead-to raise you to your true level.
That | think you have found now 20
to work
Uncle Tom cried John, with ener-
gy, how can thank you ?
Go to work, was the terse reply
And shaking his hand, with the hearty
grasp Of hard-fsted farmer, the old
man left the room.
That night John wrote letter TO
Bessy Maryin the next day he went
on TO the city. Months passed-John
Dent was winning name year
John Dent had won a case No nam
by-pambyisn about him now no gold
beaded cane-nursing no folded, kid
gloyed hand John had found bis lost
manhood-he was earning a home. Up
he went steadily--his fame growing
brighter, and brighter, and one day he
actually got married.
Yes, to Bessy, the beautiful principal I
OF Hopeville Academy--not to take her
from the duties which Providence had
fitted her for, but 10 aid, and bless her
by his energy and love to toll with
her as his equal--peerIess among all
bright, beautiful woman. 1t could not
be said now that old John Dent was
dead and had left nothing He had
left man--a noble man, whose up
right character aud shining talents
we're to reflect lustre on his name that
would never grow dim.
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