The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1871-10-12

HleN nothing new, 10 lle retired behind
iho Bew-paFcr and dcYonred lds egg and
to8sI without rourhsa lug ans reply 10 thc
remarks of ihe fresh booking little
iady opposite TO wit Mrs Edge Bot
She wa. gathering together her forces foI
tllc Gua onslaught, bet when az length
Mr.. Edge Lad got down TO the last para,
graph and laid aside the paper, il came.
Dear, didn't YOU say YOU were going 10
leave hundred dollars for my new fnrs,
to-day:
What ms dathcr shortly was it spok-
eu.l
Oh pshaw, What, Tie use Of being
so extravaganza ! haven't any money TO
lay out in useless follies. The old ones
are good enough for any sensible woman
TO wear.
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul that
she was, relapsed into obedient silence.
She only sighed son inward sigh, and
presently began new attack
Henry, will YOU go with me to my
aunt's tonight?
Can't you go alone?
Alone, how it would look Mrs. E.s
iemper-for she had one, though ii didn't
often parade itself was aroused. You
/ arc 50 neglected. Of those little attentions
You used 70 pay me once; You never
walk with me, nor pick mp my handker-
chief, nor notice my dress as YOU once
did.
Well. fellow cant be forever waiting
on women, can he growled Mr. Edge.
iou could be polite enough 10 Mrs.
Waters last night, when you never
thought TO ask whether wanted any
Thing, though YOU knew perfectly well
that | had headache u don't believe
! you care as much for me as YOU used TO.
Aud Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty
with the tears in her blae eyes and n
( qniyer on the ronnd, rosy lips. Pshaw,
said the husband, peeyislly, now don't
be silly, Maria.
4 And in the stage, yesterday, you never
asked me il was warm enough, or put
my shawl around me, while Mr.. Brown
was SO aflectionate TO his wife. II was
morlitying enough, Henry, indeed it was
didn't know women were such fools,
said Mr.. Edge, as he drow on his over
coat 70 escape the tempest which was
fast approaching. Am the sort Of man
to make a ninny Of myself doing the po-
Y lite TO any sort of female creature? Did
4 you ever know me TO be conscious wheth-
er woman had on a shawl or swallow
tailed coatf
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind a
little pocket handkerchief and Henry,
the savage, banged the door loud enough
to give Betty. in the kitchen, nervous
/ start.
/ Raining again do believe we are 60
ing TO have second edition OF the del
uge, said Mr.. Edge to himself, as he es-
consced six feet Of finquiIy in the south-
west corner Of the car AT city hall. Go
ahead, conductor, can't you see we are
lull aud liz dark already?
la one minute sir, said the conductor,
as he helped a little woman, with q bas-
kel, on board Now, SIR, move up a lit
lie, II you please.
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable
aud did not want to move, but tie light
Of the lamp falling on the pearly forehead
and shining, golden hair Of the conner, he
altered his mind aud moved mp.
What lovely eyes! quoth he mentally,
as be bestowed a single ackuow Lodging
smilc Real violet, the color most adj
miro. Bless me what business have old
men like me 10 be thinking about eyes !;
there she Las drawn coufounded veil
over her face, and the light Is as dim AZ
iallow dip; but those were pretty eyes!
The fair possessor Of those blue eyes
shiycrcd slightly and drew her mantiIIa
close around her shoulders.
Arc you cold. Missl Pray honor me
I by wearing my shawl do not need Il
myself.
+ She did not refuse she murmnred
some faint apology for troubling him. but
il was not a refusal
No troublenoi $ BE, said he with
slacrily, arranging il on her lapering
shoulders and than a. the Young lad :
handed her fare to the conductor, be said
TO himself, what slender little hand II
there is Anything admire IN woman il
isa pretty hand. Wonder what kind Of
s mouth sLe has got. !. must be de-
lighlful one il Il corresponds with the
bair and eycs-plague take the yeil.
But plague, whoever that mystical
power may he did not take possession oi
the veil, 50 Mr Edges curiosity about
the yiolet-eyed damsei, remained ansai-
isaed
Have YOU room enough, Miss. fear
yea arc crowded. pray slt q linle closer
70 me-
Thank sou sir, was tbe sofl reply com.
iag from behind the yeil, az Mr. Edge re-,
aecied like 81 angel from s dark cloud
And ~ heart gave iarge ,hnmp a. To-