The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-09-13

livious 81 her, yet he caught himsel
wondering a grca, deal about hor
Why was !, tia, she 50 persisieutll
refused 70 ride With him 10 the morn
/ ing when. as be knew, she was ysrs
fond Of riding Why did she purpose
/ h remain invisible until luncheon time
when She knew very vel that she VA
required 70 read novels 70 Der mothei
after thatg
4 How dull aud stupid it eas here, ex
ccpt for the fishing aud how disagree.
IBIS selfish q Marion not to Try L
amnse him
On the very last morning q his stay
Kenneth sauutered out with his fishing
rod on his shoulder, aud came upon
Marion leaning against pillar on the
terrace, in a richly braided morning
dress, and a rather shabby straw bat
Are you going to take pity on me,
Miss Ardale, and show me new spot
70 Try day. said Kenneth. dofiing
his straw bat as be stood beside her
The benefit OF new spot to you
would hardly recompense the trouble
to me, she answered, without turning
70 him
True. it would not forgot myself
for a moment, he answered hastily ]
viii find new spot for myselfthis hap
py last day Good morning, Miss Ar
dale.
She returned his good morning slow
ly, but she watched him out Of sight
among the trees before she stirred her
self
Even Izaak Walton himself would
have caught nothing, fishing as Ken.
meth fshed that morning; and when
in his restesspess, he had wandered
from point to point on the river, still
unsuccessful, he began to wonder when
he should get back again, tired and
dispirlted as he felt
There must be cut, looking around
1t would be ridiculous to follow the
river back in all its turuings. So he
turned directly of, and came presently
into wood. I'll go straight through
this, turning neither way, he thought
that's always safest in strange wood
With which logic he quickened his
pace, coming out at last in the open
meadows, and close beside a very little
white cottage. ] may just as well ask
here for the nearest way home as &c
wandering for hours with this basket
on my back.
Thinking thus, he bent his tall, curly
head, and entered small, empty
kitchen, neither dirty nor untidy, but
evidently untouched that day.
IteuneIn IuVKeu TUunu, wonuernt
whether it would be worth while stay
ing till some one came. He did no
know much about country cottages, 81
he made up his mind that, as the doc
had been ajar, somebody was about
and his eyes wandered round, the,
rested with intense surprise on pal
Of little dainty kid boots that stood be
side the small, bright fire. They look
ed so unsuited to the place, so incon
gruous, that perhaps was the onl
reason he stared at them so hard. An,
as he stared his ear caught q low voic
through another open door beside hin
The voice came from above, and sound
ed strangely sweet in this odd littl
room. Kenneth listened, astonisheC
Now am going down, and when th
kitchen is ready, will fetch you. Tht
he heard the voice say; then he fe
that the owner Of the voice was comm
down stairs. His eyes were on Ii
narrow, steep wooden stairs; and fir
be saw broom, then pair Of shoes
, a loose, ugly pair Of soft, noiseless slir
pers; aud hen petticoat-a spotle'
petticoat--tucked elaborately; an
then a braided buff dress, looped hig
upon il; and then he saw face
Marion's face and yet hardly Marion
face as me had ever seen
She blushed painfully when she sa
him so, but she was the first to recov
herself while he gazed on, bis eyes n
consciouly telling something more tbs
bis surprise.
With her sleeves tucked up, showir
the white, dimpled elbows, she folde
her hands on the broom, and stot
looking at him little defantly.
Captain Goring, she said, you ha'
20 business to come here,
/ Yon should not have come, she we
OH, determined that her eyes shou
not droop, as she stood in her odd p
sition
G Why, be asked, with the very sligt
+ est smile.
Because il ] choose TO give way to
a whim and come to see how poor peoI
] live, you have no right TO fellow N
Z she said
follow you be repeated, bewildC
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j. Yea was il generous DO vou thin