The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-05-03

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70 God, bad il 10 my power TO make
them forget poverty, II for only oae asils
haur. Did yoa zee little Jimmy Hnrds
eyes glsten when Ernest gave him the
second triangle Of pier BIess ihs young.
slsr's heart, be won't want anything 10
eat FOR a week
was speaking of the young lady
who
Mrs. Mayberry was lelly severe, but
her husband cut Il short. So You were
pretty little thing ss ever saw. A lady.
like, graceful little girl, with beautiful
eyes enough 10 excuse the boy for adj
miring her.
The boy You seem to have forgotten
your son is twenly-three -old enough TO
isll in love with, and marry, even q poor
unknown girl you were quixotIe enough
to invite TO your table.
Twenty.tbrecy So be Is. And II be
wants TO marry q beggar, and she is a
good, yirtuous girl--why nots
A little gasp OF horror and dismay Was
The only answer of which Mrs. Msyberry
was capable.
Grapdpal
Winnie's voice was so low that Mr.
Wilmington only just heard IL, and when
be looked up he saw the girls crimson
cheeks and her lovely dropping face.
Yes, Winnie You want to Tell me
somethingf
She went up behind him, and leaned her
hot cheek earessingy against bic, her
sweet, low voice whispering her answer:
Grandpa, want TO tell you something.
I-Mr. May-we-E has asked--he
wants me to-oh, grandpa, can't you tell
what II is?
He felt her cheek grow hotter against
bis. lie reached up bis hand and csressed
the other one.
Yes, can tell, dear. Ernest has
shown his uncommon good sense by
wanting you for bis wife. So that is
what comes of that dinner, eh, Winnie?
Aud may tell him you are willing,
perfectly willing, grandpaY Because !
do love him, you know.
Aud you are sure ii isn't his money
you are after, ehl
She did not take umbrsge at the sharp
question.
| am at least sure 1t is not my money
he is after, grandpa, she returned, laugh
ing and patting his cheek
Yes, you are at least sure of that; there
| hear the young man coming himself.
Shall 60 Winnie?
1t was the young man himself, Ernest
Mayberry, with a shadow of deep trouble
and distress on his face as he came
straight up TO Winnie and took her hand,
then turned to the old gentleman.
Until an hour ago thought this would
be the proudest, happiest hour Of my life,
sir, for should have asked you TO give
me Winnie for my wife. Instead must
be coutented to only toll you how dearly
! love her, and how patiently and hard
will work for her to give her ihe home
which she deserves-because, Mr.. Will
mington, this morning the house of May
berry & Thurston failed, and both FAM
lilies are beggars.
His handsome face was pale, but his
eyes were bright with determination
and braveness nothing could daunt.
Winnie smiled back upon bin, her own
cheeks paling.
Never, mind, Ernest, on my account; /
can wait, too.
Old Mr. Wilmington's eyes were almost
shut beneath the heavy, frowning fore.
head, and quizzical look was on his
shrewd old face as be listened.
Gone up eh? Well, that's too bad.
You stay here and tell Winnie am just
as willing she shall be your wife when
you want her, as If nothing had happened
because believe you can earn bread aud
butter for both of you, aud my Winnie is
a contented little girl III hobble up to
the office and see your father; he and !
were boys together; word Of sympathy
won't come amiss from me.
And off he strobe, leaving the lovers
alone, getting over the distance in re-
markably short time, and presenting his
wrinkled, weather beaten old face in
Mayberfy y Thurslon's private Office,
where Mr.. Mayberry sat alone, with
rigid face aud keen, troubled eyes, tnat
nevertheless lighted at the sight OF bis old
friend.
I'm glad to zee you, Wilmington. Sit
down. The sight of man who has not
come to reproach me is comfort.
But Mr.. Wilmington did not sit down.
He crossed the room TO the table at which
Ur. Mayberry sat among a hopeless ar
ray OF papers.
There is no use wasting words, May
berry, at time like this. Did You know
your son has asked Winnie to marry him.
Mr. Mayberry's face lighted a second,
and then the gloom returned. II my son
bad fortune At his command, as
thought he had yesterday al this time, |
would say: God speed you in your WOO
ing Of Winnie Wilmington. AS II is--ior
the girls sake, disapprove.
20 YOU havn't pound over and above,
eh, Msyberrys
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