The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-12-07

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sage, De wife Of plain paHshloaer
Mdrung, Miss Lane, said &c gingham
sun.bonue,ed lady, ebeerfauy, helping
herself TO a scat. Pears 20 me you don't
lock over aud above rugged this mornln'.
AhYlhing tbe maltery
N5lbiag. ibsnk Won, bat a littie fa.
,igned; Mally kept me watching last
night. Poor Htll- fellow bis teeth
lroub'e him. Aud Mrs Lane bent over
the cradle with mothers sympathy
MAliy opened bis eyes and reached up
bis appealing arms Poor little Mally,
mamma viii take you 10 moment
just rs soon as she pnls away these tea
cups.
But Mally-who was The best child
usually, who had learned patiently to
wait q moment, knowing that his moth.
ers promise never failed was sick this
morning, and moment seemed sn age
10 him lie puckered up bis little face,
and gave forth such a pitiiul wall that
Mamie could not endure IT, She Jeff
her vases and sprang 10 bis side. Come
to sister, Mallie, darling, said Sue pre-
cious pet, come 10 sister.
Bnl mamma was at hand, also. Nan.
ME, my love, said she, Mollie would
rumple your dress and disarrange your
hair. Let him come to me.
Pears to me, said Mrs. Sage, you are
very much dressed mp this mornin', Nan
ME. Coin out, are you?
No, Mrs. Sage, said Mrs. Lane, with
comical look IN her eyes, Mamie Is
our visitor to-day. She is trying how il
seems 10 be young lady who does moth.
ing,
OIL said Mrs. Sage, half mysiided. If
Mrs. Lane is Furnishing Mamie she is un-
common sweet and pleasant about il.
can't make her ont. But guess she
knows what she is about. Mrs Lane
commonly does. And so she quieted her
curiosity, knowing that Mrs. Lane would
tell her Just what she meant to tell, and
no more.
Mamie, for her part, had retreated to
the psrlor, where she was about as miser-
able as a young lady In her best dress,
kid boots, perfect frizzas, and nothing to
do but to amuse herself, could well be-
She went back to her book; but how
could she read, with her thoughts contin.
ually on her tired mother, her disappoInt-
ed father, who was SO fond of the pud.
ding She had volunteered to make for him
that morning? Aud poor little Mallyl--
She began to see how really valuable and
helpful girl of fourteen can be to her
family.
Il may be ladylke to be OF no use, she
said to herself, but it is detestable. I'd
rather be Bridget down in the Kitchen
feeling sense Of being good for some
thing, than live in prison of fine clothes
aud know that was helping nobody
Oh, dearl it this horrd day was only
over.
But il was not over by any means. =
She had to meet her father at dinner, and
be treated with oppressive politeness in
his presence. She had to encounter the
fan twinkling in his eyes at the sight Of
her embarrassment-to see him joining
the others by showering attentions upon
her as though she had been princess
But she was girl of courage, and having
made up her mind what to say, suid it,
right out before them all, while Bridge
was removing the dishes:
Mamma, dear, beg your pardon. !
have been very naughty and foolish. /
hope you will forgive me and let me go
back TO my work. shall never be so
foolish again; and here, bravely trying
to smile, she burst into tears.
Mamma gave her the kiss OF reconciIia-
ton and trust, Mamie, darling, said
sbe. you have had 'your little lesson.
should not have inflicted It on you il /
had not bcell snrc il woud save you a
more bitter one in the future.
Mamie was cured Of ever wanting o
be 4 lady, III the helpless sensc-a drone
in society She has become very noble,
useful womdn, and II her bands are not
b antiiul, they are so helpful that every
body admires them.
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