The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-11-08

I. But Il seemed 70 me, when tried =
that exoep, for taste in my mouth a. 4
| bad swallowed IA old shoe, shouldn'i
havc known that bad eaten anything At
al.
I John came as usual Ia The evening
I Here u enterprise be called out as be
came In
What is enterprisel
The lntelIigencer' Behold It, large as
/ life, aud looking just as usual, only forty
eight hours after the FIRE That's what ]
call pluck
Isn't It? cried Sue, admiringly, as she
drew the paper from It's wrapper, and
beld i to the blaze that she might see the
familiar page. Meanwhile took from
my pocket our melancholy little list.
You were right, John, She and have
searched the house over to-day, and this
is all there is of any value-the furniture,
little silver, and these wretched Intelli-
gencers.
was interrupted by startled cry.
Sue was gazing at the newspaper in her
hand with large, diated eyes. Her
cheeks had flushed pink.
What is it2 What Is the matterl both
of US cried in a breath.
just read this Oh, John, don't be-
lieve i'll Read.
She thrust the paper into his hand, and
he read;
| C100O THE OFFICE FILE OF OUR PA.
fire ON the evening Of the 10th inst, We offer the
above price for complete and perfect set OF the
IHtsliyenoer from its first number March T.
| 1880, 10 present dAte. Any person able 10 sup
ply set as stated will please communicate with
the Publisher. p. 0. Box ASST, New York.
A thousand dollars! Oh, Sue oh,
John what piece of good fortune
Dear aunty-think of her file turning out
such treasured II is too wonderful to
be true. ! feelas though il were dream !;
and danced up and down the kitchen
/ floor.
John and Sue were equally excited.
Only, promised the former, we mustn't
forget that some one else may have file
of the Intethgeacer, and get ahead of us.
This wet blanket of suggestion kept
me awake all night. My thoughts kept
flying to New York, anticipating the let
ter which we had written, aud John
posted overnight for the stage. II II
should be lost in the mails When morn
ing came was too weary and too fdgely
to employ myself in any way. But about
noon Johu walked in, comfort In his eyes
Why, John, how funny to see you here
at this hour! Why do you look SO? You
haven't heard yet; you can't, for the let
ter is only half way there.
But haze heard! got ahead of the
letter--drove over to the junction, lele-
graphed, paid for the answer, aud here
il is.
Blessed john This was the telegram /;
Send file at once, Check ready to your
order. z. HALLIDAY.
How we cried and laughed aud kissed
each other How much that message
meantl To John and sue the satisfaction
of their love, life spent together, the frui-
ton of deferred hopes; to me, the lifting
of a heavy weight, home, security, the
shelter of my sisters wing, the added
riches OF brother who was brotherly in
every deed. And all this for thousand
dollars! Oh, how much money can do
sometimes! and at other times, how lit.
tel We had grown somewhat calmer,
though Sue still kept her sweet face hid
den on Johns shoulder, and quivered
and sobbed now and then, when turned
emotion into new channel, by seizing a
tumber of water and proposing this toast
To the memory OF the late Samuel +
Morse.
John seized another, and added, The
Mtettigencer 1t rise like phGnix
~ ON its ashes!
leave you to guess il we did not drink
this heartily. .-Hd1per'S Bdzdr.
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