The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-05-08

David, without, calling up9n my BclgA-
bors. ebIruped .be stopping % lay
straight te braided mat, and might
Keep on I lon'l icelit tax, as some
folks would Bot there's Martha pua-
ming. She, having hard time to get
aloug. Why doa't you take her David Z
She'd appreciate such uiee house as
yours,
ltwould seem as It most auy woman
might, said Mr.. Wiggiu ia an injured
tone. an finished on complete painted
outside and ln--
She'd be delighted wilhit. ann sure OF
it, broke in Miss Dolly, with au air Of
conviction. as she darled into the kitchen
10 lin ihe boiling kettle from the crane.
But you don't mean that YOU WON'T ma
ry me, Dolly2 pleaded Mr.. wiggin, auX-
iously, following to the door. I've been
lo,tln ou scciu you at the head Of things
in my house.
Martha is grand manager, said Miss
Dolly, eooHy David needn't think he
can bny NE with set OF new buildings
added she mentally, swapping down the
ia OF the pug nosed teapot | never
did have thouame Of being cropping
tel you, Dolly, won't have Martha;
| don't Ike her turnl cried Mr.. Wiggin,
testify, balancing himself on the thresh-
old, yet not daring to step over t.
Miss Dolly gave her undivided atten-
lion to winging the hearth.
You know You was always the woman
of my choice, Dolly, pursued Mr. Wig
/ gin, as tenderly as lac could consistently
with tie distance between them And
we were both young
Pshaw snapped Miss Dolly, scorchiag
her wing; that's beyond the memory OF
man.
Mr. Wiggin's position was becoming
painful lie grasped a door-post in eth
er hand, looking wretehed enough to
slay hiinselfon the spot, after the fashion
of Samson. Evidently he had not touched
the right cord as yet, Miss Dolly was
not to be won by the attractions Of wealtl
and position, nor even by tender allu
,ions to the past He would appeal "a
her kindness of heart.
used to believe you had some ieelin'
Dolly, said he, TREMENDOUSLY; but yot
don't seem to have any for me. Here
am left alone in the world; children al
paired off, thouts Matilda, and she'll %
before the snow flies; house empty
| suppose you can have a home will
any Of your boys, and welcome, put il
Miss Dolly, family, stil Huttering abou
the chimney like swallow.
Yes, if worse comes to worse | sup
pose can, assented Mr.. Wiggn mourn
fully anything but consoed by this re
Election. II would break me down terri
bly,, though, you depend, to give up m.
place that | set SO much by, aud crow
myself on TO my children.
No response save the Gathering Of tn
tongs.
Aud it's dreadful melancholy busines
for man at my time of life to drag alon
without partner. Pm getting TO be old
! Dolly. Mr.. Wiggin brushed bis sleey
across his eyes as feruled school-bo.
might haYe done. Yes, I'm getting
> be old, Dolly, he repeated brokenly; an
b it stands to reason that | haven't man
= years to live; but did hope we might g
t down hill together, Dolly, you chirki
me up with that spry way of yonrn tina
Q always took to, and carryin' the he
+ Of
Here Miss Dolly gave a little snii
: nothing worth mentioning only for th
t effect it produced upon Mr.. Wiggin. II
= deed, had his ears been as old as he pr
= tended, he would not have suspected h'
Of being affected with any thing MOI
J., serious than a cold in the head,
o Can't yen make up your mind to hay
y me, Dolly? pleaded he crossing Il
threshold in his hopeful eagerness.
n don't see how AIN going to stand it
YOU can't.
.. Then Martha wouIdn't suit: said Nj
e Dolly. archly, making great pretense
u wiping cinder from her eye. What
a shame, now, when she needs the prope
}, ty so much,
n Hang the property! Id mortgage Il
o whole of il rathcrthan not get you, D.
| ly! cried Mr.. Wiggin, with a yehemen
IS that quite closed her mouth.
G Aud 80 at last she was corueFed.-Ho
per's Baear.