The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-01-18
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EfFHAsaN ha@ WV" tFNN 49,
iumhlsd mass Of wilehing, yellow bsir
from The ooufaes Of pale silk net. Her
theeks we're blooming, her eyes melting,
aud The lips yast a dash Of crimson,
where dweit . soul.
Imagine all this loveliness ioihsd 10
form of Iuaniie grsos, and clothed 10
breezy-bIue muslin. asd Yoa will behold
my heroine, Misc Florence Isabel knight,
a. she looked when she ltapcd the low
stone wall, aud found that serapof paper
on the opposite side, which was 70 50
materially sff,ot ber future
What can Il bei she exclaimed, lining
the sheet aud reading
II was torn snd wet with dew, bat the
handwriting was very distinct j seem.
% 10 be letter, bul The beginning wss
gone. II rsn on 81 follows
past two years. am lbink.
ing OF marrying my coz, Sue Foster, the
rich old maid 10 your village, with nose
like horse, aud plenty OF spondole
When she or rather her
money lis mne, will pay that $50 that
owe old boy; SO give me your assist
auoe ~ the love ehsse when srriYe-
though suppose she will le only 100
happy to have me-whleh viii be some
day tlis week
You see sm growing weary OF art AZ
a subsistence crave good roast beef
for dinner, Piper IleidsicL aud soft-shcll
prAbs for supper. la fact, many little
things that hnd my pictures do not bring
In penIilully. Cigarettes are often out
Of late, and am obliged to owe yon. my
dear fellow along with the washsrwoman
aud go dcsdbead to the opera, in a queer
coat aud a shirt front. In short my dear
Joe, | can't always depend on my beauty
to carry me through, so have decided to
take susan aud her nose aud her lnopey
1 hear that my COZ has adopted school.
girl for q daughter aud companion. Same
wRlergruel, chowng.gun infant, pre-.
sumo, who will always be ogliug u
when attempt tender passage with
Susan. ~ s.4,,. rF
Expect me-with my brightest paint
and stillest Lrusbes,to pat ber on uanyass
---about Thursday. Always sincerely.
HuGH BELMONT
The wretch! exclaimed Florence, fold.
I ing the paper and carefully putting II
I Into her pocket book. Susan little sus-
poets what 4 man her cousin is, and she
picked up ber gypsy aud settled il on her
/ fair curls. Coming here to sketch our
4 lovely river and scenery, aud recruit aft t
/ bis Illness, indeed SO he wrote, and
VIC really anticipated pleasure in bis
visit Why, he is nothing but fortune
hunter. Aud am wster-gruel, chew
/ ing-gum infant, who Is to og lie him, when
he wants to make love to Susan. Oh,
/ I'd put her on her guard But no, there Is
not bit of danger OF his, or any other
man touching Susan Fosters heart; SO
IN wait little and see the fun, for ii
would spoil all II she knew her Cousins
designs. Imagine any one growing po-
etical over Sue! Yet who knows what
her money may wiring from the breast OF
mau? aud Florence gazed across the
meadows at Miss Fosters white farm
house, half hidden in crimson and yellow
naples, Fancy Sue floating on the lake
with handsome artist lover, who sighs
to the pale moon and bresthes his passion
in her willing ear. No, mol Sue looks
best dressing chicken or making drawn
butter sauce for dinner. But should she
grow tender tsward him, I'll send the
young inan spinning homeward by tie
first train with this little scrap 0: ptprr!
aud she shook il tliuDphanlly at tile
imaginary foe, pulled her hat over her
eyes, aud rlpped gally forward through
tile bunersdps and daisi f4
There, I've made di,covery ex.
claimed Florence, springing through the
low French window, one evening about
a month"; later, and wa King rapids up
and down the piAzzl
The windoRs Of The cathedral un lhp
hill were red; just over HE cro,. hung
The pale moon, and the air war tuH oi
mnsic-the solemn, sweet kf-ti -,
snug by he choir
Yes, a great discovery, she continUrd
l,pumindfnl Of all The beauty around her,
and conscious only nf the warm blood
t.at surged through her young yeins. :
Hugh Belmont loves meme, the water.
sluel, che@lug-gum iniaut, whom he ex
pecled to fnd lie leyes ine uud canuol
hide II, aud she pressed her hands against
her lhrobbing Leait, rs though 10 stay
it, wild beating please bis arli,uC
eyes, sDe coutluued, sVtuy. Poor susan
is 50 pialn-so very plnlu--that hc has .
hard time following out his programme
while am aroudd lIy A1ores leauiy
and am Beautiful. Yesterday ] 0Vei-
heard bin repeating lhVsc Iiues, Do"t
her white nsek, iOHg hJaling aubarn
curis, (tbe lAsl VI whict would sei tea
poets rasing) Bat be substituted soid
eu Tor auburn curls. NOW, who did b'
uleany susany Not het. beside, bel
nalr Is dfab--aud dead drab 81 that. bul
mine il golden lAeiting, hJalins, elio~
gold. that talt4lez ils Mitcluug taiesd,
round one untii lhgy aIe intoxicated wiii
is beauty Ah, love my nalr, and
nngh loves more tliaa H. lsAir, iie can
no, tide IL, Try ~ he msy. Il ttOttufe'
hlm ~ iimu, eau ser it 90 his eyes--
those large. dark eyes, -ti.At bsszs an'
smother blzzes la ) breati sud sAe sl4rcS