The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1874-07-09


light as kittens spriugy step, aud who
should come bounding into tho room-
eurls a flying, and eyes sparkling, and
checks aglow, but Dctsey Bobbcu her
sclG
Oh, good heayousl she screamed, as
one glance Of Der eye took ia the whole
scene.
Ira was standing leaning over anxious
ly watching the Squire, who was under
the bed, save that his legs were visible,
or as much Of them as were boots.
What does this mean? ia like to
know, she said in a shrill voice, holding
up both trembling hands as though aghast
with horror,
The Squire came hustling out from
among the debris, with his hair all push
ed the wrong way, and the tails OF biz
coat turned up over his back. lie made
great clang and elatter and noise, and
disarranged the hidden things generally
but be got out at at last and tried to look
like man who had been following a le'
gitimate calling.
Now, say no gentlemen will enter d
lady's private room under such eircum-
stances, said she, looking at the measur'
ing rule; aud especially in her absence
It's horrible! It's awful! and the poor
| little thing elapped her hands up to her
face aud sobbed Historically.
lie wanted to measure the rooms aforc
he planned his'n, said the brother, in a
cringiug voice, looking at his sister, and
feeling awfully sorry that matters had
taken such an unfavorable turn. Ills
plan had worked well but hadn't stopped
there; il had gone on working; aud be
couldn't see, as he stood there scratching
his head, where the mischief would end
regret exceedingly, Mrs. Bobbett,
that have subject myself to your dis
pleasure, said the discomforted Squire
twisting his fingers together and looking
very miserable and red faced.
Well, don't stand here then! Go home
where you belong; and you needn't be O
Bit surprised, sir, if have you up before
the session at their next meeting, said the
incensed widow, her eyes flashing fire
| Both of the men were SO scared that they
stood as if petriiied.
Where in the world did this old thing
some from, I'd like to know? she shrek
ed out, seizing hold of the funny ilanne
night-cap that was porched upon the toI
of the foot post, and she gave it vicious
jerk, breaking the string that held in thu
pucker at the back part of it, and 1t slip
ped down over the post. Enraged, sht
pulled at it violently, tore it of, ant
twisting it up in little wad threw j
at the Squre's head. Clear out, say
both of you prowling dogs; and sh'
stamped her little foot very much in ear
nost aud followed them to the head o
the stairs.
Mrs. Bobbett, my dear woman, begal
the Squire, apologetically.
Away with you; don't you go to Mrs
Bobbeting me, said she, and she mad
the dearest little fist, which she EXTENDED
in the direction of his face. He dodgeC
his head, as if wasp was coming tina
way, and the two men shambled off dow
stairs. She lay prone on the floor in he
dire distress and cried rivers of tears,
tears of sorrow, and modification, ant
anger, and spite, and grief, and dissap
pointment. But time brought an end I,
her agony-she grew calm and her sorrow
was of the subdued kind. While she la.
on the floor sobbing, her brother Ira wa
on the floor too, down in the sitting room
and he was giving expression to the ex
altation that lifted him higher than he,
ever been before.
, No danger now, he thought, of th
: poor orphan, Ira Josephus, being turne,
out of house and home, TO make roou
for Squire wilkins. Sold sold he ejaC
uated, as hc lay on his broad back an
kicked his heels up in the air and gesti
. culated with his brawny fists. Oh, tina
was rich! but myl didn't her eyes blaze
and her cheeks glow! she looked like
! harnsome fury, and in his ineXpressibl
! exuberance OF joy he beat his breast an
! shJok his head aud acted like a Graz
man.
: We don't know how the brother an
2 sister settled the affair aud became goo
J friends again, but we know it TO be til
; case, and that they lived together as snn
as two chatty little mice, and she smile
. again, aud swings bcr bonny curls bC
witchngly aud is as happy as the day
d are long.
Squhe Wilson married that red-heade
widow, with the lame boy, who used
live on the farm he sold after he cane
the village. She aud widow Bobbett al
friends, aud they gossip and sip tea L
gelher IN the summer evenings, and Sc
a great deal OF comfort. We don't kno'
whether the Squire planned his room
after those in Rose Cottage, or not, b.
we guess by the twinkle IN his gray eye
that he often laughs over the ridiculot
figure he cut, crawling around under ii
bed Of the widow, BCtsey Bobbett.
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q fellow-countrymau who interviewed BIZ
! In nIn nt iLn IlnHan uuILnrira.