The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-07-26

tne Waits. tucf were eofeFel Wiz c@fiie'
pictnres that she bad carried 4
Sneli's With her own hands
Wei, you've found Il ont al last, sail
liltle DogEs, watching her, with foldeS
arms.
What does Il meanY she gAsped.
Mean cried little Boggs, Fceklcssiy
Well, be can't live more than two hours
and you might a. well know 81. y
means that be has sacrificed bis wholl
lite.
And there, ia that little second hoor
front, that warm May afternoon, Edith
Grireson heard The whole story bow
sirelton had bought her pictures and
praised them TO other people; how be bad
neglected opportunities that she InighI
profit BY them; how he had helped her N
secret snti served her like . slave wasted
lIis HE, his time, bis talents, 10 atone foI
few hAsty words that he bad spoken and
she had overheard.
Miss Grierson Just sat down ou the
hardest chair 10 the room, aud began to
cry, with her face hidden Ia her hands
Bot thought be had spite against me
she said al length. ttt
spite' snorted little Boggs, with uu'
reasonable Aeroeness, oonsideTing that he
bad given her the impression himself. lie
never had spite against any one In his
life, II made me come aud tell you that
because he thought yon wouldn't feel SC
mortified at what you bad heard.
Miss Gfierson lifted her head, sud look,
ed at tie Scene from Macbeth. Wen, II
Is abominably bad, she said, aud smiled
through her tears 'l AA'"'t
Little Boggs was not touched by this
concession one whit; be still continued
to regard her lercely, and would nc
doubt have said something piercing sharp
but she iurned imploringly:
Is he really dying?
Well, no, relurtied little BoRgs; but he
is in great danger. 'i~ista
Boggsl called faint voice from the
aextrootn. 500 tfaai 'a
Miss Grerson started up. Here 10
some iruit--perhaps he may like, she
said, thrnstiDg the little basket Ia hls
hand. III come tomorrow, Let me
know if-rl can do any thing. So the
fruit brought in half triumph was given
in whole Kindness.
God bless youl said little Bogg' reient.
ing at her tear-stai8ed face. Then she
hurried from the room, and be went on
tiptoe to Streilon's bedside.
Well, old fellow, how do you feel now
Eh2 said Said Siretton, languidly.
How do you feel?--uever mind; you
needn't speak, old boy. Who do you
think has been here? Miss Griersou!--
f. G., you know, old fellow; and she has
brought you these grapes aren't they
jolly, old fellow?-and she's coming to-
morrow. Don't you think yon'll be able
TO see her, old boyf
know shall, said Strettou, slowly.
The rest OF my story is soon told.
Edith aud her mother came the next day,
and the next-in fact, every day; and
though kind friends focked TO the sick
bed, as is the won't Of Englishinen, only
too anxious to do any thing and every
thing, they constituted themselves the
chief ones. And after while people be-
gan to understand; and by-and.by, when
quiet little wedding took place in the
old church at Noting Hill, don't think
that any one was very much surprised.
Stretton and his pretty wife = for
Edith was pretty, though have never
mentioned II before has never had O
disagreement but once, and that was
when be wanted the Scene from Macbeth
hing in the drawing.room, aud she
would not have It, because 1t was too
abominably bad.