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


No, SIR Since my husband a.e1. S
years ago-he failed ia business aa
brought on a severe Illness by msae
: anxiety my daughter aua myself hag
been sewing, bat wc hsye been ia j.
health an winter aud wish 10 tgy sam
way Of getting living that is Jess gau6a
Ing ihaye kept house several years bu
! have not capital to furnish, 80 wo wan
10 secure house furnished like this oue
possible.
Qlils unconscious OF the reason, Ru
PERI smlthsou was finding # ycrg pleas
ant to talk to this gentle Htua widow
about her plans, aud as she spoke, wa
wondering ifit would not make au agree
able variety in bis lonely ilc 10 lct hcI
make her experiment of keeping a board
/ lighthouse upon the premises sceiug bI
hesitatiou. She said earnestly:
Z think you will be satisfied with uly
references, SIR have lived iu one hons.
aud have had work from one large firm
for six years, aud Il you require it can
obtain letters from my husbands friend.
/ IN Cincinnati
/ Cincinuau2
lie was quite well known there. Fer.
haps you know OF him, John Murray,
---- street.
John Murray
Rupert Smithson looked searchn.ly
into the pale sad face that was so plead.
ingly raised to bis gaze. Where were
the rosy cheeks, the dancing eyes, The
laughing lips that be had pictured as be.
longing to John Murray's wife. Know
Ing tile truth he recognized the face be-
fore him, the youth an gone, and The ex.
preston sanctified by sorrow aud suffer
ing.
You have children, he said, after Il
long silence,
Only one living, daughter seven.
teen years old. have buried an the
others.
will let you have the house on one
condition, be said, his lips trembling a
little AS he spoke.
She did not answer In the sottened
eyes looking into her own, IN the voice
suddenly modulated to tender sweet
ness, some memory was awakened, and
she only listened, with bated breath and
dilating eyes.
On one condition, Katie, he said, that
you come to it as my wife and its mis-
tress. | have waited for you twenty years
Katie.
II was hard to believe even then, tho
the little widow let him carcss her and
sobbed upon his breast, this gray-haired
niddle-aged man was SO unlike the Ru-
pert she had believed to be false. Even
after the whole past was discussed and
wropged, but not by Katie, II was not
hard to believe there might be years Of
happiness still in store for them.
Rupert Smilhson did not put in an ap-
pearancc at his counting-house all day,
and Rupert the Second went home 10
his dinner in rather Of an uneasy frame
of mind regarding that April fool trick
OF his.
must run over and see if have Of
Tended beyond all hope of pardon, he said
as he rose from the table.
But gruh voice behind him arrested
bis steps.
SO, 50! you have advertised my house
to let, said his uncle, but in spite Of all
his efforts he failed to look very exceed
inglv angry.
How many old maids and widows APP
pied? inquired the daring young scopc-
grace.
l don't know. After the first arp}ica. .
ton, Mrs. Jones told the other. the house
was taken.
Taken,
Yes, | have let il; upon life lease, +.
too. Here he opened the door. My.
wife.
Very hy,blushing and tiutid my wife
oukcd in her slate-colored dress aud bon
let, as her three hours husband he'd her
IA; bnt after moments scrutiny, Mrs.
cried:
1t iskate Carroll
Kate smithson. said The bridegroom,
With immense dignity, aud my daughter,
Eiutred
Tsere was a new sensation ne 4 pretty
blonde answered to his call; but warmer
Welcome was never gwen TO reIaiycs,
nd TO this day Uncle Rupcrt will not
sknowIedgc that he got the worst Of the
oke when bis nephew played him an
,prii fool trick by advertising his house
. let