The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-01-25
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lu anything or aas body in a place wbcfs
son Lapfnn 70 be-, lou sre saro 20 scent q
out.
MaE lIas,Ings W.. indeed an iudefBilg.
able romsnec hunter. She vss slWayr
looking for situation. where the roman.
iir predomiuaied She would have sue.
cesded as = dramaH.i. without q doubt.
She was apparently as hsppy Is mortal
could be ou She morning in question.
nestled Ia ihe depths Of ny scarlet lounge
lperieelly cer,sin that she looked pietur.
esquc 10 her dark green street snit, re-
liese.i by the iainties, linen.
Come here, pet! said -he and bunch
81 white wool, with blue ribbon tied At
une end Of Il, marking srot where Ia a
dog a neck would be, lrotted mysterious
ly toward her. What nropelBng power
there could be ln the shaggy thing was
wonder could never get over, but some
how Il managed to spring into Mag's
arms, and then the silence assured mo
thsi my tory was expected.
The surrounding. were favorable for
story telling, itis lrne The room heavily
wainscoted with dark wood the csses Of
books o. all times and of all varieties; the
long wiadows richly drapci with scarlet
brorade, lined With exquisite lace; the
rich, soi, carpet Of mousd green; the
Turkish lounges, the quaint chairs, lax
nriously upholstered; the brou1es on the
mautel and iu iclies aud corners -bronzes
that toh old stories of mythology; the
engrayiugs on The wall; the little gems
in oil selected for their wonderful colorinp
-an autumn scene, burning shin, q
group Of German peasants; the glowing
iire Of sea coal, and the polished hearth
and iender-all appealed to the love OF
the beautiful and the picturesque, while
the cold, unccasing rain, tine bare, gaun
trees, the dripping sbrubbery and the
blqncbed grass drove the thoughts within
for soacg and amusement.
The iukstand that Mag Hastings refer.
red to was pretty affair Ia Swiss cary
Ing. 1t represented two little peasants
carrying water, the buckets suspended
from pole resting IN hand Of each.
OF course the water pail. were the ink
receplacles, aud the pole was the pen rack.
Il was poetic and realistic at the same
lime and az pretty q tride for q library
table as one would wish to see.
The story l. sad one, Mag, said /, IL
will give yon the b!ues for the rcst Of the
day.
so much the better, she answered, with
a true dramatic love Of the horrible so
much the better. Ia like to be stirred
up litlle. tear I'm TOO comfortable.
a little dash OF imaginative sorrow Is
needed TO relieve this perfect enjoyment.
a little shade throws ont the good points
Of anything, you know. I-n't it 70, pet 2
and .he pinched the little appendagc dig
nitied.by the name Of tail till sharp yeIp
came out Of the soft white mass IN her
arms. There told you 20 pet now You
will know what true rep0se IS.
] should scold you, Mag, said |, II 1t
were the least use IN the world. But you
are incorrigibe; so will 20 OF. Time
will give you shadows enough no doubt
When was Ia Veuice--l commenced.
In Venice! exclaimed Mag, sitting bolt
upright, aud giving the little dumping OF
poodle push that brought out most
spitetul yelp. When were you ia Venice?
Why, you know, Mag, that was
abroad more than two years. In fact, |
bad just returned when you and became
aquainted, replied, wondering little
at the unusual Interest she appeared tU
take iH the CO nmencement OF my story. /
Oh, knew that, she replied. But ! /
never heard you say anything about Ven.
nice; again reclining and closing her
eyes, as much as to say, TO on, am at 1
loss TO conceive IS hat made me 80 foolish
az to disturb myself for 50 slight a thing
as the mention Of q foreign aud defunct
city.
Well when | was In Yenice-l be-
ieve Il wss the second month Of my stay
there Charles eaiue Ia one day (Charles
is my husband) from a tramp about the
Palatzo Poredan, the Ga d Oro- you
know which meau-the ono built IN the
sixteenth century, IN the ornamental style
aud restored by Mademoisello Taglloni,
the celebrated dancer
oh, yes, said Mag, impaiiently, | know
an uhUnt Il. Haven't been thereY was
not born thete3 haven't always lived
there didn't the doge OF Venice cbrisicn
mcy didu't draw my first breath on the
Bridge Of sighsf and wasn't | one Of
MAdemoiselle Tsgliobi's pupils; 60
ahead, aud tell what Charlcs said when
lie came back from til. tramp about the
Ca q Gro. But never mInd the archi-
lecture; l'm not building at present.
bad seen Margaret Ia many strange
mo0d., bul never frIt her 10 be so utterly
iueorigible =. upon this occasion. How.
ever, resumed without appearing to re.
mark #.
Charles came 10, and said. hastily.
y, u, tell Pedro 10 ge, up nice lunch las'
a. quick a. be can. | have br0ugh, an
invalid home win ne, and II / can | .hall
persuade lim 10 remain awhlIe with u.s.
| have lskeu sIrangc fancy to the fol-
low, aud should ike 10 baye hItu where
we could take little care u him Re
viii certainty die II somebody don't take
an Interest iu him. 50 hurried around,