The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-12-25


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4aiaait Keep Eoar eyes opun.
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rou stop year glaueriag. I want ms tna.
SIZE.
Pretty saulys thanksgiving Fauuie,
with her dancing bIsek eyes and brilliant
sms'c, d.d no, look ike very prominent
Interpreter 90 lazy, dreamy music; bat
once ber band. touched ,he kcys oftho
uaai piauo-@rte, tllc girls y hole nature
seemed to MERGE into ne sound. .be ere
a.e3 Merry muac made dancing elves
of her Huggr. as ihe, geWw over Tie
natcs drgary music drew 4 mesh oi hus-
bed beauty over her face, aua her great
black eye, aouIa dilFt and seem so far
away, as tha room fiael with the sweet,
how ctlogea- ~as would look IKE an
Inspired Joan of An wien grand chords
rolled oul audeg her hands in majestic
measures. and sgefed music transformed
her into -omaIng SANITY. Ouce the
rosewood ra.e was closed, ST. Cecilia be.
came welty, wiasome Fannie Kimberly
aga.u.
There were few uGuuges that could
soften lhe outer ernst Of manner Of Ru.
pert smthsou; but he hid his face away
when Fanny played, ashamed himselfof
tears that started, or smiles that lowered
on his lips as the music pieccd down IN.
to the warm, loving heart he had tried to
conceal with cynical words and looks.
so, when the doaI chords Of the noe
turpc melted softly into silence, the old /
bachelor sloIo away and left the house,
bidding no one farewell They were ac-
cu,lomed TO hi. singular ways, aud no
one followed him; but Mrs Kimberly
sighed, as She said;
Rupert gets older aud cruslier every
year,
But he is so good, Fannie said, leaving
her piano stool with twirI that kept it
spinning around giddily
Why don't he get marfiedi said Ru-
pert. Us n downright shame 10 keep that
-piendid house shut up year after year,
except just the few rooms Uucle Rupert
and Ms James occupy.
mean to ask him, said Fannie, impul-
,ively.
No, no, said Mrs. Kimberly hastily, /,
never speak of that to your uncle, Fan
lic!
Bat why moi? +
never told you before, but your uncle
was engaged years ago, ard there was
.ome trouble. never understood about
t exactly for | was married and left
Wilton the same year lhat Rupert came
o New York. But this do know; the
ady, after waiting three Or -four years,
aud RupcS has never been the
same man s.Ece. I am 4aite sure he was
much attached to hoiSand that you would
wound him, Fannie, if you jested about
marriage?
Bat don't mean TO jest at all think
&c would be ever SO much happier if he
Iad some one to love, and some one to
owe him in return 1t must be dreadful
y lonesome in that large house with no
but Mrs. Jones, who is as
much as a hundred years old, am prett Y
crtaiH
lie ought to marry her, said Rupert;
be always calls him dearie. II
DON'T children, jest any more, said the
mother, and be sure you never mention
he subject to your uncle.
The first Of April was clear rather
old day, the air bright and swapping, and
he ky all treacherous smiles, as became
he coqueGsh month Of sunshine and {
howers.
must be on the lookout to-day for
}nperts promised trick. lie won't find
{ so easy As he imagines to fool his old
ucIc. Who's there,
1t was certainly not easy to astonisb a,
Rupert Smithson, but his eyes opened, ,
With a most uumistakable expression of
as the door opened to admit f.
tall slender figure In deep mourning. II
nd low, very sweet voice asked: f.
Is The landlord in; +
Thc-thc-w what
I called about the house, sir.
What house? Take seat, suddenly g
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