The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1873-06-19

Ms Mayuc had srt one tbo craee I'd
erssm, and Bosy stood by grave aud pale
having Aaa her cry out for though sha
kuew her father Wss man ol his word,
and would not attempt to gainsay it it
Nj Mou,eilb wsre successful yti Ger the
life Of her she could uoi seo how baugy
was to be made with two old pieces oi
broken tin, She would have been glad
20 hang weights on hof mothers arms
but Mrs, Mayne would certainly have
shaken them Oh, FOR ,he knew there was
some reason "a bcr husbands objections,
aud giving the contestant iair play, she
meant that hc should earn bis prize u hc
had it; aud Mr Mayuc himself would a.
soon have looked for snow in August
a. for rs wife 70 palter or deceive III amy
matter
Rosy, bring me the bellows FROM the
best room, said Mr. Monteith, calmly
Aud when she came back with that i'm.
plemcnt he lad passed the broken spout
of the watcring.poI through tbe hole
punched IA the centre OF The torn steam.
er, had fitted a little rubber tube which
he produced from his pocket, on one end
Of the spoul, aud taking the bellows, De
secured the other end Of the rubber over
the uo1el there, Are you ready, Mrs.
Mayneg be said. Your watch, sir, TO the
farmer; aud the hlor socmnly took ont
his great silver dial thai was almost biz
enough for a hall clock, Aud then as Mr.
Mayne lined her dasher, Mr. Montcith
gently put the Inverted nose otthe water.
mg,pots down through bis cream to the
bottom oe the crock. ftied the piece of
the old steamer TO the top of The cruek
and with the first movement Of Mrs
Mayne's arms he opened and closed hia
bellows, sent the onter air iuto the
cream through the spout aud It's nozel
and ont again through the holes Of the
broken steamer, and continued to open
add close the bellows so, without word
for the space Of seven minutes. Has your
butter come, Mrs Mayne' he asked then,
Ny butter comet she cried What
should make you ask such rldeulou.
question? II never came in its life under
thirty minutes. | told you'll
Mine has, said Mr., Monteith Aud
Mrs. Mayne dropped her dasher in
her amaaement, and despite her wishes
and expectations, as he opened The crock
and Rosy lifted out great handfns Of The
firm, sweet butter, ready to be worked
and salted
/ III be- But on second thoughts |
will not repeat what the farmer said 1t
made Mrs. Mayne's hair stand on end,
as that sort of conversation usually did,
Notwithstanding the twenty years she
/ had been exposed TO il. Bnt Rosy only
laughed Very well, sir, said the farmer
in conclusion, | never 60 back on my
word. Aud you can take her. dare
say she isn't so much OF girl as
/ thought she was But Rosy's arm were
round her fathers neck, butter aud nh,
and she was kissing him TO the point Of
strangulation. You silly thing she said
| do believe you're crying! Don't you
/ known that the man that can fetch butter
with two old bits Of tin, In seven min
utes, can take care Of better girl than
ann
lie can't get better girl said the far
mer. But declare to man, ! should
! like to know how twas done
Only by aerating the cream, sir, said
Mr.. Monteith, A speedy way Of carry.
ing out the first and last principles Of the
common ehurn.
III have my lawyer patent that churn
to-day, and It shall be Rosy's wedding
! portionl said the farmer. You're not
such bad fellow, after all Mr.. Monteith.
The farmer did as he said. Aud though
up TO the present day Mr. Mouteitb
can get nobody else to see the merits Of
his great impoyed liftiug.lock, he has
/ fatherin-law who believes be could make
] the sun stand still IN the heavens, II be
tIied, aud be Is the p0ssessor--in his
/ wifes name, 10 be sure -ol a goodly for
tune already realized from biz royalties
upon the little patent churn which was
her wedding potion. -HarPcr's Basar