The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1874-09-10

TIE dear9u,
., don't ask, lent she always doing
what Size ouehl not 10. and uegleeting
everything She ought to do2 Idling
aboat The aelds al day, and reading noy.
els and poetry, aud she cau't make loaf
Of bread to save her life. julia, added
the mstrou, despairingly, 90 aud call her
all over The hoase.
Aud SO Julia's silvery Kitty! Kitty
Clyde, resouuded through the wide
rooms
Aud pretty seou a small figure glided
silently down IN the twilight.
An, there sou are Now eat your
supper, so we can clear of the table,
said Mrs Grey, reprovingly.
Kitty sat down, still as 4 mouse, aud
helped herself TO bread and butter aud
strawberries, and, unhappy as she had
begu, was making very good meal,
when all az once. her aunt said:
Are there any pond lillies aboutS
Miss Jalia th3n sailed oat ofthe parior,
a graceful white cloud Ia the dusk.
OhS yes. There ars some great dishes
OF them Ia the parlor. We had them
an the time, she said graciously
forgetting to add that good. for-noth-
ing Kitty Clyde gathered aud arranged
them
thought | detected the odor. How
lovely they are.
That reminds me, said the Young min
lister, laughing softly, that had bit OF
an adventure coming from the station.
An adventure coming from Cloverdale
station to our house cried Julia. Pray,
what was it2
Why, little girl--at least she was very
small, though she might have been grown
up--was picking lilies in the pond just
below here, and she fell in, OF course |
pulled her out.
Pulled her out! Did she get wet1
II was Mrs. Grey. She had come in
with a lighted lamp,
am afraid she did, said Mr.. Weston,
his eyes twinkling.
Unfortunate Kitty Clyde. The light
Of the lamp foil upon her lace, and be
trayed her deep bushes and downcast
eyes,
Kitty Clyde was that you? said Mrs.
Grey, in a stern voice.
Kitty choked and tried TO get up.
And you got your new muslin wet
Oh, Kitty Clyde, you are the worst good.
for-nothing girl in the whole world.
IL don't care, said Kitty, and she fed
from the table and ran up stairs, crying
bitterly.
Now, mother, You have scared her
most to death. You ought to be thank
fuI she was not drowned, said the good
deacon.
hope am, Deacon Grey, said bis
wife hopo don't wish any harm to
the child, though she is such a trial.
Oh, well, well, we can't expect all the
BlIls W Dt llhG our Oullds
That remarkable lady came in inst then
and Mr.. Weston examined her with in
terest. She was really a very pretty girl
lady-like and well bred.
Aud what good girl she must be
thought the Reverend Edward Weston.
Yes, Julia was pretty girl and good
girl And Mr.. Weston wanted wife,
Is that strange? Not a bit of it. AL
young men who are manly and pure dc
when the right time comes.
Cloverdale quite agreed that Mr.. Wes
ton wanted wife, and when he was in
stalled and everything was as ii should bC
the good people took counsel together
and decided that he could not find bet
ter wife than Julia Grey.
Apparently Mr.. Weston was OF The
same opinion. Aud yet perhaps not
| Perhaps it was only in a friendly way
/ that he took Julia to ride, and out boat
ing in the sweet, starry summer evenings
Sometimes Kitty Clyde was with them -
oflencr not. Sometimes she started will
them, bat was of directly in quest of ga,
night roses.
And so Mr.. Weston found obstacles il
the way Of studying Kitty Clyde's char
acter, It was study which intereste,
him more aud more. But somehow tn
flower which at times opened TO him, Il
drink inits sweetness and fragrance, ant
at other times folded itself away in s
IeHee, in the shyest and most perplexini
manner. Aud the Reverend Edwart
Weston was exceedingly disturbed.
But he never asked himself what i
meant until one golden evening in th
early October, r,when Jamie Wood, a sta
wart young farmer, came in, aud locke
hatd at Kitty in all the pauses Of the cor
ycrsation. And at last Kitty slippe
away. Then up rose jamie Wood, an
took a sorrowful, disappointed leave.
Jamie is sadly in love, poor fellow, sal
Jujia, teuderly.
In love- With whOmg said Mr.. We
ton, rousing up,
on, Kitty Clyde, Of course. 1t woul
be Bn excellent match for Kitty, only sb
is SO pcryerse.
= TIE Reverend Edward Weston felt
sharp stab near his heart.
An hour later he was walking up an
p uoOnlit path, and thinking yery bar
d and iasl, when suddenly a white wrail
5 gIidcd out Of the shadow Of the trees, an
would have passed him, but he put ot
> one hand aud detained IT,.
% Kitty, want TO say something to yoi
p Nbais
VII sou run away from me as you 4