The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1871-11-02

bui = 'pcafs q noe such 4 little midget Is
you rouidB't sirn your salt What dye
say sour name was
Mary Smith And ipdeed, il you'H
til me far oaly week, I'm sure yonu
keep mc till lhe seasons over
Mrs Clements looked cut of tbc win
dow, a, Tie gray clouds thai were plliug
gleomily %; aud ihen the wind gave 4
great sailing shrek aroend the corner.
81 the house
You rant cook ken you or shake mp
feather bcds--good big once forty pound
erss
a gleeul little laugh came from Mary !.
lips.
Indeed can. may 1901 cook to suit
you but can learn.
Mrs Clements walked out to the huge
open fireplace Ia The kitchen, whore the
Deacon was shclling corn.
What dye say. Deacon Keep her. or
not kind o Ike her looks, and the dear
knows It would be good liit while we're
KILN, il she couldn't do more'n set the
table, or make the mush for the bread
Take her, Of course Hammer. You are
hard driy' know. let her stop week
or So, ans lew
50 Mrs Clements came SLOWLY back ana
SAT down again.
You can't git away tonight, any way.
TheI's snOw-storm been brcwin
ihcso three days, and il's onto us now,
sue enough. See them ere flakes fine
aud thick That's a sure sign ii'll last a
good while. You mays well take your
things up stairs IN the west garrct, aud
then come down and help me get supper
Then followed directions TO the west
garrett when she had gone Mrs. Clements
turned TO the Deacon.
never see girl aforc Id trust up my
stairs alone But such as her don't steel; /;
kin tell you that, IL nothing else.
Directly She came down in her neat
purple print dress and big white apron;
her hair brushed of her face into net a
narrow linen collar, fastened with sailors
loop Of narrow black ribbon,
Il seemed as If she had life, so handily
she fitted in and ont the big pantry, into
the buttery, and then down the cellar.
Then, after the neal she gathered the
dishes ia n neat, silent way, that was per-
feet bliss TO Mrs. Clements eyes.
She's determined to airn her bread any.
how; aud like her turn too.
And the Deacon knew his wife had
taken shine to Mary Smith.
One by one the days wore on: The hog
KILN was over and done; long strings OF
sausages hung in fantastic rings, arranged
by Mary's deft fingers: sweet hams and
shoulders were piled away IN true house
wifely order; and now Mary aud Mrs.
Clements were sitting in the great sunny
dining room, darning, patching and
mending.
don't know what ever am goin' to
do without you Mary, ! dread TO see you
pack up your clothes.
A blush of pleasure spread over the
girls face.
am 50 glad too, You have been suited
with my work. Indeed I've tried.
1t amt the work altogether, though
goodness knows, you're the smartcst gal
I've seen this many day. As say, it
amt the work--it's you, Mary. I've got
TO lhinkin' sight o you, me - aud the
Deacon.
Mary's lip tremb ed at the Kindness in
/ the old lady's voice; but She sewed rapid
4 lyo on.
It's been uncommon loncsome-like
since the boy lett the farm; but its worse
yet since be got married. Il seems like
desertn' us altogether
( Have YOU son? Yon never mentioned
him.
No; George has gone his way aud We
must go ours. Yes he married one Of
/ thcm cracked headed boarding-school
+ people, what can't tell the difference be-
/ tween a rollng-pin and a milk-pan.
+ But, despite her scorn, Mrs. Clements
\ dashed of the tears with her brown fist.
Is his wife pretty2 | suppose you love
her dearly.
! don't know nothing about her, and
never want to know Hes left us for
her, and us old folksll leave him for her
too, Mary Just turn them cakes around
seems they're burning.
When Mary returned, Mrs. Clements
was leaning on the arm Of her chair.
Mary, supposin' YOU stop on with ua
another mouth yet, any how: The Dea-
con will make itall right.
II isn't lie money | care for, Mrs.
Clements ! only wish might stay az
ways Yon don't know how much love
sou.
Love us, do yous bless your heart. II
our George had only picked you ont,
via, blessing Il would be to Us all But
i can't BE helped now.
She sighed YEARLY, then glanced ont 81
thcwiudow, looked a moment, then threw
down her work.
Bless NY soul ifthere amt oar George
comin' up the lane. Deacon, Deacon
George is comin'
Ard % her mother love rushing TO hei
heart shc hurried out 10 meet him. Oh
lhc welcoming TIE reproacbes, the rarcsci
the determination TO love him still, ane
,iH despite dear, innocent little Marion
Then when the iabie iu the next room
bad been sel by Mays def fingers, anl
Sic had retired 70 her west garnet, Mrs