The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-08-19

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minor facial deficiencies,
yiols nov spoke rather embarrassed.
iy.
lam 40 sorry H--il happened, Dir, she
began; and juss then James epiered The
room. saying. DR.. Fitch Is here.
Dr. Fitch was younE man (not older,
perhaps. than the sufferer himself who
bad recently completed course Of Eu-
ropean travel, aud bad settled As practi.
toner 10 An adjacent town. Mrs. Marks
ley, yiola's great aunt, had taken him up
not long ago, aud declared that he bad
done her rheumatism more good 10 a
week than old Dr. Cobweb had done II
Ia Eve years.
Dr. Fitch took the patients hand In a
very kindly way, and, after holding Il for
few moments, politely requested the
ladies' to retire, being evidently desirOus
Of closely examining the injured limb.
Viola and her ex governess waited with
no little snxeiy for the decision. II
came In about ten minutes. There was
severe confusion Of a certSin bone with
name unpronouuceable, which would
prevent MIR. Delmsyue (such was The
gentleman's nsme) IRON walking At all
for At least fortnight.
Aiter the doctor had gone, Viola Sa
down by Mr. DelmAyne.
hope you'Il make yourself quite at
home here, she bsgan. You've got to be
here week, you know.
Thanks, he said, with what Viola
thought very sweet smile.
And then he told her that be had no
friends nor relations in this part Of the
country, but was making q horseback
journey from L., distance Of many
miles of, into New York, being passion
ately fond of horseback.
Aud tken Viola told him great deal
about herself-s great deal more than he
told her on similar topic, and great
deal more than there was any necessity
oil telling.
James aud John carried him up stairs
that evening, and be groaned consider
ably while they were doing SO. Poor
Viola found herself crying great tears
while she listened to this unstoic pro
ceeding on Mr. Delmayne's part, and
Miss Butterfly stood near her pupil, the
picture of distress.
On the following morning the ladies
sent word by james, who acted as their
guests valet at present, that they would
be delighted to see him as soon as he was
ready to receive their visit.
Dalmayne was presently quite prepared
for them, aud the ladies entered bis
apartment.
Viola and are so sorry that We mus
leave you alone to-day, Mise Butterfly
announced; but the fact is, to-day takes
place our church fair over in D,
and we've each got table there, You
know
Why, of course--I understand per-
fectly, said Mr.. Delmayne, as Miss But
terby paused moment But he spoke
with a certain mournful politeness that
was by no means lost upon Viola.
When they got to the fair that morn
ing, after quite long drive in the bot
July sun, Viola decisively expressed to
Miss Butterfly the sentiment that she
wished she hadn't come.
Just think Of that poor sufferer home
there all alonel she added, with much
pathos of tone. I've good mind
But she did not fiHish her sentence.
Miss Butterfly, however, mentally fin
ished ii for her, and about an hour after
wards she whispered to Viola:
Cornelia Briggs Is dying to take this
table Of yours. Who don't you let her,
and
Aud what? asked Viola, looking very
meaningly at the speaker.
Go home to the poor sufferer, finished
the sympathetic Butterfly. lie will be
80 pleasantly surprised lie doesn't ex'
pect us till five O'Clock. you don'I
think it's proper TO sit alone by the poor
fellow, why you can persuade your aunt
to leave her bedroom, which she go rare.
ly leaves, aud keep YOU company. A.
for me, can 20 home in the Briggs
wagon.
OF course Viola accepted this PROPOSE
lion, and surrendered her table 10 tht
beatifed Cornelis Briggs. The ride back
to the homestead was several degree
hotter than the ride therefrom bad been
But Viola didn't mind the heat much,
though she bad complained considerably
while being driven TO D.. Circum
stances very materially alter cases some
times.
Ga reaching the homestead, she found
it's lower hall quite a. quiet as she hAC
anticipated Something caused her L
enter the large seldom used parlor befor'
going up stairs TO the poor sufferer. >
Or, rather, il would be best TO say tba
something caused her to have such de
sire only, for, when she reached tn
threshold, Viola paused.
The door was partially sjar, and th'
parlor had two inmates, neither Of whom
had observed her sofi approach, although
any moment might reveal to them be
presence.
Viola lifted her hAad to her eyes, AM
for brief period actually rubbed them