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

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argument ford lnyers-au srgumcut, s.
We have seen, pooh-poohed and sllcuced
rs The desired listener al Che beginning
+ Il was nevertheless, SIN entering wedge.
and the isdulgeut mother iclt SO much
might be followed by more, and some
potent points to bring forward at tie
time that the hammer came down with
snch witbering effect on the farmers
foredpgcr, and we lelt him engaged IN
maccratiug the wound on primitive prin-
ciplcs.
II was while he was occupied in this
soothing manner that, glancing up iero-
ciousy, he saw Mr. Mou,eith and Rosy
approaching hand 10 hand. Il was lie
shaking red rag before the old short
horn the farmer was iniuriated lie
waited till they were close upon him,
aud then, Drop my girls hand he roar.
ed, shaking bis mashed finger threaten
ingly III the air.
Instead Of dropping Il, the lover drew
Rosy's band AL the more closely into bis
own
Mr.. Mayue, said he, lhet Is what !
should De very foolish to do, whcu
came 10 ask you to give me The hand.
Give you the hand cried the farmer.
Haven't you got it? And be paused a
moment, too indignant to hnd fit words
to characterize his indignation, aud for
getting all about his old threat concern.
ing Gildcloy's kite; and Mr.. Montoith
took advantage Of the opportunity.
know, sir, said he, that don't de-
serve her, ANA that nobody can deserve
her, Bat with my character YOU are ac-
quanted. And as Tor my means, have
already small capital, and have CON
fidence In my ability to take care Of her
suitably For the rest, am sure that !
can make her happy ....
Iou are sure that you can make her
happy cried the wicked farmer, mlmick-
ing his tone, and letting his hammer fall
on the refractory nail in the churn hoop
as fhe wished it were Rodney Mon
teith's head. Lool, here, young man, he
exclaimed, after few moments of vici-
ous hammering, and giving the finishing
tap to the hoop, when You can make a
churn that will bring the butter in halt
the time that this churn does, you may
have Rosy, and not minute before And
rs judge that's an impossibility, you
may take it for your answer.
Let me see, said Mr. Monteith, coolly,
leaning against the corner OF the veran-
da as he spoke, and still keeping Rosy's
hand, These are the terms, if / under.
stand you: when | can make churn
that will bring the butter In half the time
that this chnrn does, | may have Rosy,
and not a minute before. May have her
minute after?
As many minutes as You please, said
the farmer, with sardonic qrimness
though little puzzled by the cool recep.
ton of his presumably emphatic mega.
tive.
Not many, then, Mr. Mayne Rosy
this is our wedding day Aud TO the
angry beholder's dismay, he drew the
blushing, laughing girl within the clasF
of his sound arm, and kissed her before
her fathers face. Shall not man do a,
he will with his own? he asked of the
amazed parent. You have given Rosy tc
me, Mr.. Mayne.
The farmer did not answer another syl
liable, but turned his broad back upon the
pair, and to all appearance gave bis
whole soul to the starting nails in the lat
tce-work.
Mrs. Mayne, said the lover, how long
does it take to bring the butter with thi'
chnrn, may askl
just thirty minutes, sir.
Very well; when you are ready blow
the horn, If you please shall be dowr
at the brook. will bring you as mucl
butter in a quarter Of the time. Let mc
have a gallon of cream in the stone crock
In the crock, Do you want to smast
It cried the wondering woman.
Not bit ! want to fiji it with bat
ter.
You shall have it, Mr. Monleilb; az
good sweet cream
3 Motherl cried the farmer
Now Mr. Magnet said bis wife. In
not one Of those that want TO call down
plague by copying the Egyptians, aud
d shan't set anybody 10 making bricks
without straw.
In the fairy sfofes that have read
Mr. Maync, said Monteith, laughing
although there was always a fairy god
mother to step in, 10 the nick Of limc, th'
l. victim was never set to spin gold witbou
straw,
And the man that's working Tor M
daughter must have his tools declare,
Mrs, Mayne, as a fuality.
Oh, that's right, said the farmer. ID,
, all you can to help throw her away!
j, Nou'i be on hand to time rs, Mr.
= Mayne! said the determined lover
d lll lime you with d yengence! erie,
4 the farmer with bitter sort Of grin
"a for he already enjoyed the defeat of th
(, rash man who wa. going 10 bring bulle
+ s9uler than his wife could. And ~ 70
e it9sy sbe ran away 90 reIi up the sleeve
u irom ber GiupIed auns, 70 wasb he
!aufs, and 10 Aare good ety.
Bat when lHr born Diew, bif Momell
o was seen coming ~ lron lhe brook Wil
G two old pieces yf tiu tlat he had bre
i cleaning and polishing down there; On
a o. tiIese pieces mas ihr bottom Of ii
/ steamer amt had been torn o0 .lus 1sa