The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-07-19


ing her scarlet lips. Oh, what an idiot,
uureasoning FOOL And what win be.
come of me fever Morris Newton sees
those SHY tcrawhs Bot, surely, surely,
with troubled effort Of memory, 10 the
widest moment Of my iufa,uAtiou, !
never addressed him as Dear Stuart
BE that ~ il may, however, ! must and
will get those letters back
I Fired with this determination, Patty
FArquhar resolved herselfaI once into a
/ private detective, rescbed Mr.. Walters
room, aud even got false key 10 bis
/ trunks, and went through their contents,
bat ali IN vain. And she had The sorry
satisfaction of perceising By Mr.. Walters
amused and paironizing air, Tint he
knew all about 1t.
l'll have them yet said Patty.
Miss Farquhar was standing with clasp
ed hands before the wide opeAed door OF
the old fashioned oven, built by the side
Of the kitchen chimney, when Mr.. Wal
Ter came in, one afternoon, with q string
Of speekled trout depending from his
finger.
La Penserossl said he, lightly, Pardon
me, Patty, but why are you so grave!
| She looked up suddenly TO him.
Ny tbimbe! said she. II has rolled
down into the oyen-my little gold
thImble
Aud can't you reach III
1t Is impossiblel
Nothing is impossible where lady's
behcst spurs one on said Mr.. Waller,
gallanily. Stand aside one second, PEN
| serosal
And be sprung vsIian,Iy in the yawn-
ing depths of the old brick oven.
| 1t was decidedly warm, for the Goals
had just been taken out; il was decided.
ly dark, but no sooner had be entered
than Patty, brilliant inspiration light
ing her heart and face alike, swung the
massive door To, and fastened It with a
sturdy bolt.
flellol shouted Mr.. Waller, what are
you doing there, Patty!
Pm shutting the oven door, breathless-
Iy responded Patty.
But can't find your thimble in this
Egyptian darkness.
don't want my thimble.
Patiy-Hiss Fsrquhar- what do You
meant
mean to have those letters back, an
nounced Patty.
Do you mean TO roast me alive in this
Black Hole OF Calcutta Of placer gasped
Mr.. Waller.
don't think care much whether you
roast or not, answered Patty, deliberate
ly.
! shall shout for help.
Shout away, said Patty, with laugh.
Dorcas is hanging out clothes by the riv-
er. and mother has gone to the village.
Do shoutl
Patty! imploringly.
No reply.
Miss Farquhari more imploringly still.
Well?
Am to be prisoner here for life?
Until you give me those letters.
can'tl groaned Waller. | haven't
got them with me.
But yoti can tell me where they are,
supposed? rejoiued Patty.
The oven was hot and dark-a sensa-
ton akin to sufocation stole over Mr..
Stuatt WaHer.1a - (T
Let me ouf, said be grinding his teeth,
and m give 'em 10 you.
That won't do retorted Miss Patty.
must have them before you come out
or not at all!
Impossible!
Nothing Is impossible, mimicked Patty
where lady's behest spurs one onl
Mr. Waller uttered an ejacnIalion.
which was certainly not a prayer.
can't stand this broiiug hole shout
ed he. In The little summer house under
the loose board Of the table! Quick, or |
shall be stiAed to DEATH
Aud Patty flew of as ifher tiny feel
were garhished with wings.
| In the little summer house, under the
loose board of the table. lay the two let
tiers, as Mr.. Waller had said, wrapped IN
oiled silk, aud tied with yellow cigar
ribbop. Catching them up, she tore
them huriedly open.
knew II wasn't Dear Sluarip she ex-
claimed, mockingly; and then, tearing
them into shower OF infnilesimal
pieces, she 1ung them to the summer
Wind. Iialfan hour later. Mr.. Waller,
crumpled as 70 linen, irowsy as to hair
and streaming with perspiratiou, crept
Tout of bis sultry cell. Patty courtesied
low to greet bis egress.
Walk out, said shei coward aud liar
Mr.. Waller made no reply. What
could he have said!
lie left the Parqnhar cottage that even
iag. lie said be bad received telegram.
1 Perhaps be had; but Patty had her
doubts on that subject. Al all events be
disappeared, aud Patty FafqnhAr breath
ed free again,
Morris Newton came back IN October,
aud Patty married him. Bot she never
told any one, even her husband, Of the
episode Of the old brick oven aud The
two love letters.
She had had her lesson; aud sbe had
profited by it, she told herself; let all
else sink into oblivion.
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