The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1875-03-18


ktrchlcf dragged down. exclaimed lond
ly, 10 evident great sstoBishment:
Hall0l
Caught the wrong one, ehs
D.dn't know you'd come, said Smith,
cvasiyely.
Oh, Mr.. Smiths been such fan, cried
one Of tie children.
Do the frogs horupipe sgain, Mithler
Smid, cried twin Que Of the third Sc.
rips
Thow Mithter Dolby the pigth In the
thy, said another twin--of the second
series.
NJ, no, Mr. Smith, do make the pock-
ct handkerchief dance, snd the old man
on the wall cried another-one OF the
fret series
. My dear children, sou will worry Mr..
Smith, cried besming little Ars Jcn-
nings
Oh, never mind, IL rather like It,
said Smith.
Give me another ride on your back
Mr. Smith, cried smother,
A. he stopped to lin the chubby tyraut
to his shoulder, there Was perfect yell
of delight, aud a charge Ike hurricane
children hanging on on to his coat tails
HE legs, bis arms, garrOting him, aud he
suffered it all with the greatest compos-
uro-indeed, with sense OF enjoyment
that was quite refreshing.
/ At last, by instruments aud pairs, the
children departed for bed, but not until
Smith had been iuvegled nto carrying
! johnny up stairs.
Then, with bis feathers smoothed, he
was called upon TO 90 down to the snug
supper provided for our especial benefit
and sppetites.
viii you take Jenny down, Smith,
said Jennings.
/ Mr.. Dolby is going 10 take me down,
/ Tom
And played cavalier without noticing
the air OF deep discomfort on Smiths
countenance,
The supper passed of very pleasantly,
for Jenny was the loveliet little girl
had taken to supper for years
She was chatty, and full OF repartee
aud mirthful remark, Will, Smith grew
/ silent and stsid
Those children have completely fired
/ YOU out, Mr. Smith, said little Mrs. Jen-
nings,
Smith sighed, aud said:
| No, not at all.
/ But be kept very quiet al The same, and
when we went off togetheEabont twelve,
there was hardly word spoken between
us.
/ saw Smith again and again during
the next two months, aud could not help
remarking that change seemed to have
come over him.
It's your liver, old fellow, think,
said to him. Let me write you a pre-
scription.
No, it isn't liver. i am as well as can
/ be.
shook my head, but as he did not feel
disposed TO give me his confidence, | did
not press kim, and the time slipped on,
the poor fellow growing more quiet
every day.
think told you that Smith was an
artist. lie was, but in diletante way.
He was barrister by rights, but he did
not get any briefs, and he did not want
any, for he spent his time in writing
smart little articles aud reySc de s0ciete
for popular magazine.
Smiths chambers were in the Temple,
up at the top OF one Of the ranges of
buildings, where he could enjoy a capitol
view OF the river and embankment, and
many were the pleasant evenings we had
I spent there together.
/ 1t happened one day in autumn that
being by Temple Bar, encountered
couple OF ladies turning up the ome-sided
remains OF Bell Yard, aud Que OF them
asked the way into the Temple.
/ FASTENED 10 set them right, when
some one said:
/ Halo, Dolby; where are you going
uowf
I / was just going TO see smith, said |,
as shook my friend Jennings heartily
/ by the hand.
/ Here's the wife aud Jenny, aud the
next moment was paying my court to
/ the ladies
say, .aid Jennings, let's go and storm
Smith.
Oh, no, Tom, said Jenny.
why not' He'll be delighted to see US,
won't he, DobbyI
7 That IN answer for, said
I A moment aftcrward we were climbing
the stairs.
/ AS neared the top floor, for ! was
sent on first, by way OF pioneer, became
eonsciou. Of the fact that the door was
ajar, aud heard Smiths voice, evident
I Iy repeating something to himself, as il
/ learning IT,
bad 30 hesitation la listening, for we
were such old friends, but paused on
the threshold, and ibis is what met my
astonisbed gaze:
Smith, 10 short jacket and slippers was
sneeliux ou the carpet, Ia front Of at
eass cHsir. la " bicb he bad sluc. a bol-
ser from hls bed, .nd ou the lop " il
was bis smoking cap with it. long tzs-
sci
F Amateur thealriesls, thought; re-
bearsAl.
But the next moment ! wss nearly
struck dumb VII asonishmeut. for