The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-09-19

out The fat, and bury Tic carcasses
What s pity thc meat cant bo sent to
the poor al homei Why don't somebody
eondense ii Is they 10 The beef Ia TcEass
| said iu my practical way.
In good time dare say somebody will,
bat we can de everything al once, re-
piled the New Zoalauder, looking With
sudden interest At the game ofshuiile.
board being played beside as.
Just then along came the ship surgeon
a blonde youth in uniform, with his hair
parted In the middle
Miss Armour said he, the gun Is to be
fred at the bow; will you come and see
II doncY
Miss Armour started up at once, turn
ing the same half.eonading glance and
ready smile upon him she had been Civ
ing ms.
am going to leave my rug with youi
shall come back, said she, beaming over
her shoulder upon me as she took the
surgeons arm aud went away,
The New Zealander looked after her,
tried to console himself by drawing his
wrap i'm another fold across his knees,
did not succeed, aud finally got mp and
went away OF course it was not worth
his while to make himself agreeable to a
middle-aged woman in hood and water
proof. So | sat, and looked at the like
ness of lake among the sunset clouds
and tried to decide whether | had better
take oatmeal Cruel or bscult-tea for sup
per; wondering the while, half uncon-
sciously, about the old chord in my mem
ory that was always being struck by a
certain musical ring in the New Zealan-
der's voice,
After an hour or so the gun was fired /;
and presently Miss Armour came back
with the disorder of the strong sea-wind
in her hair, and It's freshness in her pret-
ty pink cheeks.
I've come as ! said, she murmured,
dropping at my feet again and smiling
up as though she had got where she best
loved to be--just suchi a smile as she
would have given the stokers in the en-
gine-room or to the ships cat. But ii
was lovely to look upon while ii lasted /;
and we middIe-aged people have learned
to warm ourselves in any chance ray Of
sunlight without stopping to consider if
it is likely to be perpetual.
This time the bit of sunshine did not
stay long for there came up an artist
with his sketch-book and when Miss Ar
mour had sufficiently admired his graph
ic pencilings Of the captain and the quar-
termaster and the seasick occupant Of an
upper berth, it was time to throw the log,
and so he bore her off TO see with her
own eyes whether we were going thir-
teen knots an hour, or only twelve and a
half.
That was how the days went. The
passengers read and Taood The deck play
cd games and guessed riddles, and were
always hungry; the pilot stood steady al
the wheel; the sailors ran up and down
the rigging like oyergrown spiders, and
were forever securing and rubbing, ty-
ing and untying, drawing up and letting
down. Thus at last we had come safely
almost to our desired haven. With fair
sailing we were only one day ont from
port; and fond as we had grown TO be
of each other, we were getting impa.
tient to part.
Miss Armour, during all the voyage
had kept on as she begun; beguiling ev-
cryone with her trick of lip and eye
They ran after her like boys at the string
of a kite. Well, they had nothing better
to do just then, and when she had faded
out as the rainbow fades, | made no
doubt she would be easily forgotten, or
only remembered as a midsummer day
dream, by all unless it be a solitary,
hearted man like the New Zealand.
er. To tell the truth, | was little sor.
ry for him. Evidently life had not Civ.
On him all It might and he was hungry
/ for the love and confidence that had nev.
er been his So was afraid be would
miss this little sparkle of girlhood and
warm youth and find the void deeper
when it had gone out.
To the very last day Rosa kept hei
place by my chair; and to the very las
/ the New Zealander kept his place by her
when no one youger stepped in to carry
her off, which was pretty often TO bt
sure. Then he always went quietly of
himself, with kind of grave regret OF
his face. On the last morning, Miss Ar
mour had Just left us with young law
yer, to drop oranges and lemons among
the steerage passengers, when ! noticed
the New Zealander looking after her viii
q sadder regret than usual--almost pair
in bis eyes. He had such handsome
dark eyes! | could see that without ml
glasses.
Now, said to myself, hope he ISM
going to get sofa sensible, gentleman
ly man like him, and quite Old enough L
be her fatherl And so | looked at hin
to see If be was, when suddenly b.
turned upon me.
At least you might have written, Aga
tha Wells! said he, sharply.
started as YOU may think, to hear IN,
own name spoken SO familiarly by stran
ger; and looking again, behold! saw
beneath the bronze aud under the wriu
klcs, and behind the beard, a face tina
twenty years before was the dearest il