The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-02-06

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sygry Christmas af,cr aariae ihe Ola rgg.
tori dag- And ait got oul Of lhe good
s.5 ways.
Poor yonng RaRennn said old Mf
Lee. used 70 ibint there vas some
thing good 90 the young fellow, for az
BIS wiidncss. and slways lioprd he'd
right himself t.ll he went AMI did that
that -ot man against him, as
well 81 God
don't know about good 81 not, per-
sisted Mr. Johnston, but know that i
took years and years before his sister
Mary looked mp agaia only at last, as
time began to ihiekon ever thc tender
spots O. grief an1 shane she kind of took
heart. Saws she once to my wife that's
dead. Mrs. Johnston, our poor Dick was
the child Of many pragers, and I've faith
God win keep bold ~ him. And then
she took iancies that ho was dead, And
/ noticed she was hanuier-lile a1or That
lost as one brcathes froer In q house az
ter The dearest corpse Is buried AZ for
poor Tom Roqersou, his brother ruined
him for this life, anyway. Mavhc he
needn't but poor Mr. Tom was awful
proud and sensitive. Miss Mary, she
told my wife that her brother Tom said
he'd never ask people to trnst him,
because he couldn't expect they would
after his brothcr's ways, and be wouldn't
lay himself open 10 be half-trusted
and watched, aud suspected all the time
And so, he that wa. 50 clever STAYED a
poor under-clerk all The rest Of his DAYS.
and has len his poor widow Just to strng-
Clio on aud get what places she can for
her bows Such pretty, dainty miss as
She used 10 be, and now she's wearing an
old rusty silk that's becn turned aud
turned tin she's forgotten which is It's rea J
right side. should think what their
uncle did won't 60 against my sons, Mr..
Johnston, she said only the Other day
Bless you, Mrs. Tom, says l. half the
town-people are new since then. I'm al
ways so afraid he'll come back, says she /;
I'm sure don't wish him not TO repeat,
saws She, | always hoped he would--but
can't help thinking of my own, and for
their sakes, I'd rather be never came back.
The more penitent he is, the more he'll
stay away, ma'am, SAYS I. 1t isn't as if
the whole story was above ground still,
and he'd only got TO be forgiven ard all
would 90 well, but there's some that's
dead that died in wrath and bitterness
with others for his sake. Look at poor
old Mrs. Rogerson--how she turned
against Mr.. Tom, good, dutiful son as he
was, because he wouldn't stay by Mr.
Dick through thick and thin, and defend
him as il he were innocent Poor dear
old lady, she knows better where she's
been this nsHuy day. But Mr.. DICK
had better wait to ask your forgiveness
till he can ask hers too. You forgive him
ma'am, says |, and that's enough for you,
but maintain that he'd have 10 right to
come disturbing your mind to case his
own. ......... .... .... ...
There was one that would have been
glad to see him, had he returned in ever
such shame and misery, said kindly old
Mr.. Lee.
Aye, aye, chimcd Peter; | know who
YOU mean. You know she was on the
charity school committee, and when the
lection board met here, she always step
ped in yonder and took a look at that
ram picture on the wall. She never
thought nobody was looking at her. My
old woman says she always walked regu-
lar among them green avenues by the old
abbey, where she used to walk with MI.
Dick when he was couuing other. May
be she thought he'd be sure to 60 there, if
ever he'd coined back.
At that instant the stranger came sud-
deniy ont Of the brown closet, crossed
the coflee-room, left tho house, and walk
up the street toward the main quarter Of
the town.
Quaint old Norham, The winter moon
light lay clear aud cold on It's ancient
cathedral, standing in Us spacious square
Of sombre, stately houses. The stranger
stood stiIl and gazed upon IT,.
That stranger knew little boy who
had attended many q service in that cath
cdral-awed by It's sweet music, wonder
ing at its whitc-fobed ehoiisters That
little boy bad known every face on the
quaint gargoylas Of the ancient chapter
house, and with childlike familiarity he
had given name 10 each one Of those
coutortcd countenauces. That little boy
mufiiad In black weepers, had stood be-
side an open grave right under the great
west window, and listened 10 the funeral
service ofa little sister The stranger
went 10 seek that little grayc--weut
straight to il without one mistaken step.
But # is not a little grave any more, for
under the uameof Amy Rogerson, aged
four. IL written, Also the Rev. Richard
Rogerson, father Of the above, aged
seventy Also his wife Amelia, aged
sixty-nIne. Also their son Thomas, aged
fortg-elght
Oh, little sister, who went SO long be-
fore. how much did you know Of earth
while son were growing lp IN heaven
Was not your father very glad on the day
when he entered rest aud joined thc fold
ed lamb of happier times; Oh, little sis.
ter. is there gay look on the face olau
angel, whose human hear was broken:
The stranger stood .till 81 thar house
hold tomb, aud looked around There
was another grave which that little boy
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