The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1874-05-21


attu hc Huuei his fir.I @ro a.. Ia
leau what rad hspvb,d wlilg be- va.
sb-rut.
l.oas here, Rc.sic, he would ssy; beck
GOING hor aside, IS bat has Tom stephen.
been doing? has hc made facts at you
or pulled your hajrf Of piused you? o.
btd 'Jur J9unots Ig be has i'i thgasl
him.
Meek, Iorgiyiug Bessie, shrauk from
making trouble; bat. though her Of
soma one else, he was sure 10 learn The
lrnth, aud then woe fur Tom. Once b,
wa- compelled TO ask Bessie's pardon be,
fore as all; ouce 10 fift her over the man,
pools OF water a heavy shower had leit
standing Ia our humeward road one,
10 brng her Two sticks OF cream candy
and the end was that before the Summer
was ont John had thrasbed him Into quite
q gentleman.
bal This was only one Of John Farley 2:
tNs+t'' -e"iH'A'0s his PothFtH were al
ways iuli,f Young wintergrecus or sasa.
lras bar, or spruce gum. lie knew
where the speckled trout lag bid in the
brooks, aud what days the pickereI
would bite, and all about mud-turtles,
musk-rat, aud ees. lie had ouud the
nest VI the hermit thrash, aud The whip.
pOur-wllps eggs on the bed of moss ia a
lonely pasture, and would tell wonderful
stories Of woOdcnucks, and hawks aud
owls. He could 20 straight TO the spots
where The wind Strawberries grew thick.
est, aud lie first Running black berries
were ripe. Aud many long ramble
bessie aud had with him on Satnrda ,
afternoons, through the woods aud by
the stream that wound its way among the
srcan meadows below The village; for
the minister aud his wife had always a
Kind word Tor john, aud assured tue dea-
con that they believed be would yet come
out right.
As for Bessie, John was The hero OF
her narrow world; the prince to whom
in her fancy, all things minislered. -
Among my aunt's books was a Robinson
Crusoe,' which, when baby VIII did moi
demand attention, we read together, sit
ding beneath the old elm tree IA the gar
den. ! think, said Bessie, rs we finished
it, think Robinson was just like John.
But oh! hupe John will never run ava,
10 sea, | should be SO lonesome without
him.
The pleasant summer grew near to an
end With tears aud promises to come
back again, | parted from Bessie and
went back to my city nome. That winter
we exchanged various childish letters,
aud | was secretly looking forward for u
possible return in the spriug, when il
March came The news of my aunt's sud.
den death, and in tn May following MI
extension of nv fathers hnsiness ipyoly.
pd our removal 10 a distart ,-.
country. Thenceforward Marston and
Bessie belonged not TO hope but to mem
DRY which always brought them tenderly
10 my mind, bet fainter aud fainter a,
lime wore on, bearing me to new and
more absorbing scenes.
Twenty years bad come and gone
twenty years apart from the life of n
childhood. No longer Mary Temple bur
Mis-. Chester, came to New England (,
pass the summer, aud liked on Boar,
Head of the New Hampshire coast, III
Tie place where could spend the month
OF August. The hotel was ample euougl
to accommodate bundled guests, auC
flied with people from Boston and til,
large towns in the interior, who passec
the Time in the usual lounging, bathing
walering.place, fashion, aud devoted III,
evenings to dancing in the broad par
Tor.
# was glorious weather for the frs
week aft my arrival, aud was hardly
Indoors from it's beginning to end VIVA
delight it was to breath again the air o
the sea; to watch upon the beach th,
/ Tide come and go, while the crested
waves roll shorewsrd and dashed into
/ sprays at my feet; of on the hon ion II
/ sec the while winged fleets sailing AVA
20 tie Grand Banks and the sDoray La
blador, fearless "a the guIls that clrc
above them; to mark when the sun wen
down the lighthouse fires, aud all nigh
/ ong to hear the thunder of the surf upol
! Inc sand.
/ The wind shifted Heavy fogs obscur
ed the ocean and erept over the land, an,
bat for the mufiied roar Of the breakers
/ I might have thought was in the middl
OF western plain. | betovk myself t,
my roon, aud in the pages Of Pulgrave
( Arabia, forgot the gloom Of the north
east. How subtle a power is memory
There are periods ia our lives whic
seem almost forgotten blaks IN the vi.t
ol the past when lol in an unexpecte,
moment, 4 glance, tone, watt Of per
tame eyukes the buried years and give
20 vanished sccue. tic freshness 81 "a
dag.
+ A knock AT tbs door disturbed ms re
vcrje. suppo.iug il was the chanbct
maid on hrr usual rounds, I said, Com
100, without even raising my ey e.. som
oUc catered, and going to the wash stan
laid dowH pile OF towels, sayiug, yo
mast excuse the delay to-day. The VI
weather hindered the WORT al the lauu
dry aud tiie clothes have only just bee
brUgbt over.
THe geujle, quiet loues arrested NV al
tcutigH ,aui l8ukHng 40 say not Bridge