The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1878-07-04
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such . day was the thlfJ Of 1aly to
Eva Morrison. 4 strange hsppiutss en-
velopsd Der from sunrise to sunset,
sense Of trauquillty and safety aud entire
satisfaction with life Yet, excepting
for this mystical glow of mental s'mos-
pierre ,ransfgnring common things, The
day was much Ike other days. To Eva
they were 50 homespun days, aud, Ss al
mosf every one would have said, unenyi-
able days for youth and loyelness aud
superb health ike hers.
She bad been busy in The bonse ali day,
and busy chiefly 10 The kitchen, IS moulds
OF Jelly aud rows Of eurrsnt pies testified
besides al immense federal cake iced for
the Fourth, aud two pans Of angel bis
cults, as the children called a sort Of bis
cult to be eaten cold, which Eva made as
no one else could
Sne was standing by an upstairs hall
wiudow, western window, that caught
between cleft OF deep blue bills per-
feet sunset, when her father, coming
through the entry TO 70 from the house,
paused aud joined her. Her father WAS
the village doctor--a maA beloved the
country round; one Of those clear, bright
genial spirils that we never can associate
with sorrow aud iniirmity, excepting as
the exorciser Of both. The only grief
that had bowed him - and that only
bowed him with look Of age, not Of
sorrow, for be wore no sign Of the veri.
table trouble--was the death of bis be-
loved wife.
Cooling yourself, Eyal asked the doc
tor, as the girl, kneelng by the open win
dow, turned to him with her face still
| flushed with the beat of labor.
Oh, father de9r, said Eva, caressingly,
and SO drawing him with loving look
aud touch that, olaspiDg her hand in his,
be actually went down on his knees be.
side her, there at the window oh, father
dear, ,ciA you could stay at home this
evening and 90 with us to see the fire.
works. They will be something very re.
markable. Mr.. E has planned them
himself; and be has lore to inspire him
you know; they say his wedding day Is
fixed for August. DO stay, father. You
never take any enjoyment. See was
there ever sunset like that?
Better fireworks than you'll find to-
night, Baby, said the doctor, with a
dreamy look in bis kind eyes-fre- works
good enough for me. Those clouds there
/ look like doves OF fire.
/ Doves of iirel The expression haunted
Eva. Unable 10 prevail upon her father
to remain TO see the wonderful fireworks
OF the evening, which were TO be in part
celebration of town festival, and in
part tribute Of one OF the most noted Of
pyrotechnic artists TO bis promised bride,
native Of the sequestered mountain town
where Eva liyed-uuable TO coax the
good doctor to contradict the habit Of a
lifetime and yield duty to pleasure, she
watched him drive off in his familiar
sulky.
Doves of fire! She kept thinking of
these words as she was dressing the chill
dren, Josy aud Joe, with many pet
phrase and bit of advice for their con-
duct at the entertainment; and then,
having settled them with picture book,
hastily dressed herself, How lovely she
looked, when she came for them, in her
white gown and white rigolette aud light
blue shawl
on they went, hand in hand, these
three, through the village which was all
most deserted, 10 the bank of Cedar
Greek, the scene of display, where the
course was crowded. Hundreds Of in
congruous vehicles blocked the by.ways
beyond, and the avenue under the will
lows aud great ems--the Creek Road
bordering the ripping stream, was
thronged with knots of people eagerly
clinging to some propitious stand point,
or eagerly pressing TO the edge of the
stream, for clear view of the spectacle
they bad come miles TO see.
Eva Morrisonl is this youf The ques-
ton was asked by rapidly moving and
very intent young man, who came sud.
denly TO halt With his arms full Of
mysterious-looking rocket frames, be was
crossing the high road 10 the direction Of
fool-bridge that bad been cast for the
/ grand occasion across the creek TO an
island or sandbar, chosen for it's valuable
resources of isolation aud water renec-
tons for the scene of the fireworks.
Is this youi The pronoun had pro-
nuueialion aud emphasis intense in the
extreme. Eva started, Lesitaied, and
then cordially extended her hand,
George Warnerl How you've changed |
This was the involuntary exclamation OF
her lips. How you have mol changedl !
was her unspoken thought, TO which be
replied aloud:
Not changed 10 dear old Cedar Greek,
nor 10 my friends here. Five years Yes,
il is some time In mans life-and 10 8
girls life, too, Eva.
These are my little pets, said Eva, pre-
senllng Josy and Joe. They were bsbies
when you were be.
George Warner kissed The children,
and gave one long kissing look-ifso q
look may be described-at Eva, aud then
said, hastily, Tor the ihroug swsyed and
was pushing them, Let me find a good
place for You al, as must leave you.
am Mr.. E-'s righthand man tonight,
unfortunately. Let me see where can
place you. want you 10 have good