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

She stood at the gate, with her hat Oh
the back OF her neck and the morning
sun streaming syer her bare bright head,
while she spoke with the young man
who leaped across the rail and gazed at
her ont Of earnest brown eyes. In one
hand she held the broken nose aud spout
Of an old watering pot that she had Just
csrelessly picked mp, and neither she nor
the father and mother who gazed at her
from the little sweet brier draped veran-
da, knew that she held in her hand the
greater part of her wedding portion.
Let him have my little clover blossom
cried tho father angrily. Not by long
shot! Have | been rearing her this
twenty years to throw her over the fence
at lastp
But father
No, mother, that will do. Mr.. Mon
teith may be part of the solid earth, for
all know-you women seem to think
so. But III send him flying higher than
Gilderoy's kite, If he asks me for Rosy
Mayne!
But, lather-the timid voice began
again.
There, that will do, mother say.
See her down at the gate now. And the
duliful wife turned her head TO look at
the pretty maiden, tall and slender and
well. shaped, and with face than whose
wonderful colors, so pelIucid, so rich, so
changing, Aurora herself, could have
none fairer or brighter-a face whose
brilliant hazel eyes accented all the colors
with their clear lustre, and the fine and
Rying hair about which was Of that mar.
yellous tint which is neither chestnut nor
red, but has something Of The shadow OF
the first, something ofthc spIendor OF the
last Look at her, said ,he father
can't believe a thing SO tiue a- that is any
+ ofminc. She's you all over again whca
I caured you. Aud I'm sure she shall
be none Of his Am going to give that
/ girl 70 a tagamufliu of an inventor to go
aud slarye IN a city lodging, do you
4 tlhnks Why, she has taken the prize fol
/ bread at every fair the country round
+ her cheese Is the best; her butteris the
( best her darning is the
1 Then I'm sure, father, she's an the bet,
ter prepared to marry a poor man.
Well she's not going 70 DO 10! said The
farmer, sharply The man that tnarrie'
my Rosy il a man thai shall be satisfied
knows how to take care OF her. lie shall
be able to plough a straight furrow, tC
drain field, to lay out farm.
But, father, persisted the audaciouf
wife, you know yourself that It's a hare
life, and there are other things jnst a
good as farming; and ifso Be he cali
There, there, thercl answered Mr.
Mayue Not another word There's 81
eHd Vt IT, Don't talk to me, either, o
what was done over TO the Reach Geo
Riyas wogla bage doae il ii he hadn't
l'm sorry ever let him come here, idlln,
away the summer iu oar best room
building caier-dam. down iu my brook
aud making love 10 rny girl; aud io-mor
fow 40 send him packing! Im goin.
over 10 get George Eiyes to help me
spell, gae.s. .authow sud maybe lhatI
pat ihl. FOLLY out os htr head don
know why yon don't Ike George. do
Add De i,a mofe land ihan .ug two q
tie township
i'd rather she'd die aa ODD maid
Wen. hadn't And paw aUo4t tha
aanged old abagu II Youu-wbat i
yoa wants The hoop fixed On iac bot
ioml Roll i oar ihen, aud we'll se
What can De done IT, q strange thin
that Ia sii theee years none 81 yon worue
that have been chuuiug your hesds an
shoulders or can find So better vay {
baag tie batter thsa lbisl
Oh yes, father, | have made eugpg
igF Mr. Montei,h breakfast many
ums, fresh, with q bowl and spoon y
tod me bow ID 40 il hiinself-- iast vii
lhe wind Into t.
! Whip tie nonsense into Il said Vi