The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-03-16
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the stage swept road The corner, l Iook
ed oct ssgerlg Tor o. the diver hsd tol
me, shout tru noda up The road stoed ID
house of PhilAndef white, His wife va
my mothers own cousin, and wAs jus
thirleen years old when ! went there !
Raks my drst visit. There bad beel
some quarrel between The two faaliiles
two or three score years anterior to m.
visit; and though my mother and Mrs
White never participated in this, th'
feed Of their ancestor bad doubtless In
volvsd soruls cbldhess hslw een them.
But to cut long story short, for tb'
pen and paper gossip may be more dig
ni6ed, but not 9 whit better than tel
tsbie scandal, I bad been an invalid al
the previous winter.
When soft April days, to which my
mother looked forward 20 eagerly, came
they brought no bloom to my cheeks, NJ
Sigor 70 my step, Nj consultation seem
ed TO have Loaf all its recuperAtive power
and The doctor said
send ber into the country, Mrs. May
aud IL thai doR't help her, she is lOst e
you.
just before this Mrs White had learned
through mutual friend Of my illness
aud the very day OF tbs blunt ply siciah''
ullimstum brought leiter to my moth.
/ er.
For the sake of my old love, il read
Let all thai may have come between you
aud me be lost in tbe pleasure of better
memories Tho hills Of McHdow Brook
are clothed again with grcenness, and
now in this late May is the time for
Jennie 10 come TO US. There 10 q
prophecy of health for her in the soft
wind that lifts the edge of my paper as !
write. We know that she is your all,
and we win bs vefy tender Of your dar-
ling. Will you not trusther for single
summer.
And before another week was passed,
my trunk was packed and marked, Phil
ander White, Meadow Brook.
looked out, as have said, and there
sat the pleasant white house, with It's
green window blinds, the shrubbery in
front, aud the cherry trees behind. My
heart went out to II, and at once; and It
did a moment later, 10 the gente-voiced
woman, and the fair dark haired girl who
rushed out on the broad front steps, and
kissing my cheek, said
Cousin Jennie, you are very, very well
come.
But it's not to tell you Of that sum
mer, though look across the gray years
to Its picture In the Maryland of my mem
DRY, that have taken up my pen this
morning.
Suffice 1t that the mountain breezes Of
Meadow Brook did their work well;
and when in early autumn my mother
came for her child, she could hardly
identify the rosy checked girl who rush
ed in with her curls dangling about her
face, and held up her rosy lips for a
kiss.
think 1t must have been nearly two
months after my domestication 81 Aunt
Mary's, for so | call my mothers cousin,
when Uncle Charles Brace, her husbands
brother, visited her, He was minister,
and Cora and had anticipated the gem
tleman's advent with anything but pleas
ant emotions. i.a E'ea Q5I
Our conceived notions of the clergy
mans elongated vissge, and solemn,
pnrilAnical manner, which we egegArded
as necessary concomitants Of the profess
sion, soon vanished before the beautiful
kindling OF his smile, aud the winning
gentleness Of his manner. lie WAS Uncle
Phil's youngest brother, and not more
than twenly.eight Mt that time; and bis
religion bad deepened and harmODized
sis fine poetic temperament, without
checking the outflow Of that under-cur-
rent OF hufnor which fpsrkled throngh
his character. Uncle Charles w&ssoon
our companion 10 all our rides aud ram
bles, aud oar confident in all our girl.sh
plans.
You don't really mean so, Uncle
Charlie, and Cora's bright face WAS lifted
from the roses and gerAniums we were
weaving into the bouquet for the maalel.
You don't really think what you just said, !,
that IN every heart there Ia a fountain !;
some blossom in the hannah wilderness OF
every soul.
lie put down his paper and came To-
wards us.
LhaVe Dota doubt Of D, tay litsle girl.
The story | was jast reading, OF The
hardened old man who cried because E
child gave him q bunch OF mArigolds,
corroborates my resnsrk. The light that
Is in US cannot quite become darkness !;
the hearts that might bring forth an
hundred fold Tor barvests of heaven, will
never become saeh deserts bnt soa,e geod
seed will take root theFeln.
don't believe 1t would, though, in
Farmer Keep. You don't know him as
well As I do, Uncle Charlie. He's one
Of the richest men in oil Meadow Brook !;
be's worth thousands and thousands. -
Hes baeiislor, you know, aud lives ir
the great red house on the road 70
Woodbury., you remember. Welt be
never goes 10 church, be never loved q
human being in bis life. Nov don't
think Farmer Keep--why Grandma
Deane, how do you do?
The lady whose entrance pat this sud.
a.n nerioa "a nav consin's t.-ens.tlnn