The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-04-13


and then broke 81 % giggle. Now
Clara, don believe it
Don't believe whaE
That this i intended for us
Intended for you. you mean,
OF ibe Two Young ladies, continues
Jenny, who were dressed alike in gra,
popiin, trimmed with graT satin, ant
who. Why. Clara, they are moi gray
They sre nearer cream int.
Wei, do you expect man TO know
shout shades and tints?
Itisyery odd, observes Jenny. Their
certainly was gentleman.
Clara, sarcastieally--I should thinI
there was.
Aud be did stare so at US.
You, you mean.
] could not even look that way
Imperiiuent creaturel lie wore a light
coat.
No, Il was dark.
o yesl remember. DO you suppose
be thinks J will answer himY
fhe does not, should say he was a
fool to advertise.
Jenny tossed her head.
Then he is mistaken. shall do moth.
ing of the sort. Not that think there IL
any harm in il, but don't choose. Let
him get an introduction.
But people can not always get an In
PRODUCTION.
Let him haunt the theatres and
churches, then, replied Jenny, despod-
cslly, and go to half dozen receptions
a night to meet me. That is what l
should do.
Clara said nothing, Jenny brushed
her hair, and read the advertisement
again.
1t is very respectful.
Yes, and well written. He is a gentle
man.
Oh, of course. But | will not write,
though / could, and still he need never
know who am.
Certainly not. Clara evidently sided
with the advertisement
But then, If | did write, what could
say? Address N, Station ID. Post Office,
No harm could come from that. Suppose
we try.
Clara bridling.
Ohl | have nothing to do with 1t.
Then can't write It. could never
10 such thing alone.
And of course need not say what
next. You see already that
be two young simplstons wrote the let
er and posted it.
1t happened about that time that Clara
'eceived letter from her mother Mrs.
in which was a message for
Ter aunt (Mrs Lumkin), and at dinner
lara recollected that she had received a
etter, also that il was from her mother,
md that it contained message for Mrs.
but forgot the message, doubt
ess because of the more important busi-
lcss she had on hand. Great events
urn on little hinges. 1t happened that |
vas just going up stairs, and | was COM
nissioned to bring down the letter from
he pocket of Cara's gray walking suit
which hung in the clothes-press.
hate fumbling in pockets. First,
an never find the pocket. Next, when
ound, can never get into it. / went
lp stairs smarting with keen sense of
PERSONAL injury. ! dashed madly into
he pocket of the first gray suit that !
aw, ran my finger on one of their horrid
leedles, found the letter, came down
tairs in a pet, opened the letter in a
ume, and read:
Dear Miss N
What? said Mrs. Lumkin. looked
gain.
That is the way II reads, said /.
Dear Miss N
Oh, Mr. Lumkiul That is my letter,
Exclaimed Jenny, coloring furiously and
bringing to seize it; but in the mean
lime | had made out certain such sus-
,icious words on the page as warm adj
sense of humor, grant, meeting,
,ruel, confidence, dstrnst, and all this
rom ian individual with no better ac-
,ount TO give OF himself than X. Y. r.
Therefore | made bold to retain it, on
which Miss Jenny burst into tears.
Some men are always to be overcome
Jy tears, while others have a sort OF aqua
'cutam temperament. am of the latter
,rder, and | waited. When the tears
we're doue, Jenny turned sulky; but !
lm not afraid Of sulks, and by little
more waiting and some cross-questioning
had at last the whole story about the
stranger in the omnibus and the adyer.
.isement 10 the mornings paper, after
which came up the question with which
started. What could | do about III
Jenny had intimated with some tartuess,
that | was not her uncle, thank Heaven;
and If ] had been, still ! sould have
hesitated. The blood Of the martyrs is
The seed Of the church, aud there is no
such guano for any sort OF crop as
While ! hesitated the girls
sat as If expecting sentence Of DOOM
Indeed Jenny and Clara were both cry
Ing, and Mrs. Lumkin evidently thous BIT
that was perfec, brute.
Confound il! cried /, In sudden
passion. might as well have couple
Of year-old bsbies toddling and balanc
ing on the siil Of an open window in the
third story, aud be forbidden to lay 8
finger on either Of them.
But do not see the harm shifted Jen.