The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-01-28

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Oh. wore that TO their last regep-
tiun.
Aad lbe pins cnpe'
look like an owlin pink. was @
goose eyet 20 buy that STA.
TIE Nile green SIX with the white
douHees3
SARAH Howard has one inst shade
tighter. that she'll be sure TO wear; and
believe the spiie1uI thing got % on pur-
pose 10 kiIl mine, No, must have Swiss
muslin. with knots of blue corn flowers,
aud a Roman sash figured with gold
And you1l go around to ibe auudrcss,
and hurry her mp a little, won't YOU,
Georaef-thal's a duck Of brolber-an
you know perfectly well you've been
yawoing your Jaws OF the last three
quarters Of an hour.
Where IS III
Only ia Mendeuhalt slrcet-just a
pleasant walk. And DO give Mrs. Bar
ker scolding, aud ask her II she don't
know better than to keep her customers
waiting although, Of course, I know
you'll nothing Of thc sort Men have
no moral courage. There's the address
on card. ian be such a relief to my
mind
/ Major George Appleton was an army
officer, home ou a farlough, and rather
/ al loss to know what to do with so
much extra time. Rich, which was an-
other source Of perplexily-bandsome,
which wasn't so puzzIig
/ Rap! rap! rap The Major played =
tattoo with his knuckles on the door
/ Dear me, what noise! said a voice
inside. Come in! IA little louder.
The Major walked IN, 10 confront, not
wrinkled old bag OF a washrewoman,in in
hale Of soap aud steam, bat a beautiful
Young lady, dark aud brilliant as an
/ Arabian dream, with jetly curls pinned
back in a sIken cascade at the back Of
her head, and pair Of nuting scissors
/ IN her hand.
Major Appleton started bacs all his
wits momeutarially deserving him. 1t is
a curious fact that the more embarrassed
one party in q tete-a-,ete becomes, the ,
greateri is the composure Of the other.
Anna Brighton should have colored aud
suffered, at being caught thus, but she
didn't.
What's your business, sir? she asked,
with the greatest calmnoss.
Irs--it's about my sisters gown-Miss
Appleton's, you know.
All! said Anna. hope to have it
ready very soon. Ifyou'il wait ten miu-
utes You may carry it home.
And she took second pair Of fluting
scissors from the stove, testing its heat
BY holding it dangerously near her velvet
cheek.
Major Appleton, not being posted in
etiquette aud general decorum, saw nc
harm in carrying home basket Of newly
laundried clothes. So he sat down and
waited, while honest Mrs, Barker stared
from the other room, where she lay up
on her bed--a captive TO rheumatic pains
She's in hurry, you know, said the
Major, twirIing his thumbs, and thinking
how pretty the girl was.
So am /, said Anna making the 1uttinq
scissors glide in and out in most mar
yelous manner among the clouds of sun.
ny muslin,
She wants TO wear it added the Major
But / say--you know-you're not 9
u regular washerwoman?
Anna slightly Strengthened up.
My father was Colonel in the Regu
lar Army. My grandfather was Hyd,
Brighton, Of Brighton Manor on the
Hudson. But we are reduced now, anc
we need money; and | am not ashamed
to work.
BY joye, you're trump! said Maior
Appleton, starring mp.
d Much obliged 10 you, rctorted Anna
with sparkling eyes, Would you mino
holding the end Of that sash for me--iu.
second while finish this loop;
And when Minnie came up 10 see how
her sister was getting on, she found aer
q aided aud abetted by the Msjor Of cayal
ry, who was heating the alternate pair
d OF nutmg scissors after most scientific
fashiou
, Dear me, said the Major. rubbing biz
= hands, with an appearance Of great salts
faction, il took Us quite a while TO inisl
- those last thirteen nouuces.
] L.! You don't mean to say that yo,
, helped the washerwoman:
3 Yes, did, said The M8jor; and th
- frocks are down stairs, and I'm going al
for a game Of billiards, ADD as he went
be murnured 10 himself thought al
girls were alike, bot believe I've dis
covered one iudependeut--oue at last!
Graudmamma, I'm going TO be mar
ried.
. You. Nanny Why, you are but
, child.
e. Anna Breighlou was kneeiiBg besid
B. her grandmother chair, aud the fair
god.moIher was strokiug her eurls wit
one lremulou- white band. where tie au
f. tique jewels .hone ike drops Of bloc
aud .elnlillHiug -parklcs OF qreeu fire
O. Im eighteen, grandmamma.
I S1you ate, llow the time flies r.
o Eighteen years old Bot who. the baI
n ~ many We see no society worthy G
ourselves, Nanny, asld-
I'm sure you win like him, grand
d, mamHa. he il coming 70 pay bis 3,