The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1878-08-08

rayiug, as told you, aud ibo doctors say
be'n never get his reason agaln. Good.
uighl, sir,-my train goes 20 ten minutes
We CAs'r SOMEHOW MOST ALWAYS
TELt.. PERHAPS.
All this time ia been lookin' around
tryin' to settle, al never seein' any one
It seemed as II Ia went round all the
time Anton had mArried-lhAs was my
man; an' ia built on another part for
him, SOS not to have any mixin' up, in
case did settle Everything fixed Itself
straight Oh, you might say different from
what ia laid ont for, as things always
does. ia about made up my mind La
why Harvey, a Connecticut woman with
farm an three children, was the one for
me. Her husband bad been killed 10 a
Jam, goin' down with Tidd's gang two
years before; but she an hired man
had carried on the farm, with what hand
could lend now an then, an ! said 10
myself, Here's q stirrin' woman, an q
family al ready to my hand, jest about
old enough, an Pm pretty certain she
won't say No, If ask her. made up
my mind I'd do il after my next trip
down to ST. Peters, an | went below
that time pretty easy an settled in my
mind. laid IN good many things
thought she an' the young ones would
like, an instid o hangn' rouu day or
two, an gittin' what news there was TO
take back, ! didn't stay but one night, an
started of next mornin' before light.
Fact was, | wanted to be more settled
yet; an as drove along kept thiuk-
in more an more how me an Layiny
might pull together.
1t was September tben--cool mornin's
an warm moons; an my team stepped
along SO lively pretty nearly run over
somelhin' sittin' by tho side O. the road
done up in blue cloak. | thought it
was a squaI, an stopped moment TO
see If I'd done any harm, askin' her pret.
ty loud in Sioux what she sat in the mid
die o. the road for? But 1t wasn't black
eyes an cheek bones an strings o black
hair, can tell you. I'd never In all the
days O. my life seenj jest such face, an
never have since. All wet with cryin',
an the tears slreamin' down yet; but a
blue-eyed baby couldn't have looked up
more innocent. | couldn't think of any.
thing but the forget-me.nots in the med
der by the river TO home. For all her
baby face am her long braids OF hair be.
low her waist, she looked tall an strong
as she stood mp; but she wasn't day
over seventeen, am voice as sweet as a
birds. You never heard a voice like
that out Of German woman's throat be-
fore.
I'd picked up little German from An
ton Kreiger an some O the Germans
round, an made out little of what she
wanted. She'd come to St. Paul by emf
grant train, just as they do-paeked like
sheep, an about as senseless--an' then
down to St. Peters to wait for some one
to take her up to the Redwood settlement
or New Ulm. Her money was all gone,
an she'd got kind o. scairt an set ont to
walk, an had lost her way, an when
found her she'd been out all night with
nolhIn' to eat, an sat there like hungry
baby, jest cryin' | took her into the
wagon an give her what had, an she
looked up as grateful as ifFd saved her
life.
| found she was a Cousin OF Anton's,
au' had come expectin' to live with them.
She said she'd written, bat Anton hadn't
got the letter; an bis mother she'd calki-
lated to be with was dead. His wife was
a black-cyed, suappin' German woman
an the more thought the more said to
myself il never was gon' to do. ! slowed
up, an at last got out an walked, SOS
to think It over, an then | looked back,
for she'd got considerable ahead; an she
sat there with face to make fool out
Of harder man than was.
| made up my mind. There was a
Catholic priest in the next village. Not
that I'm Catholic, Tor I'm rather agin
more than for them; but priests priest
an be could fix what ! wanted well as
another. 90, back in the wsgon, an
said, quiet an easy, as If | was askin' her
to take more bread an cheese, an in all
tie German / could muster, Antons
mother Is dead. Anton is married. His
house is too little for him and you. Mine
is large. viii yon live in 1t and help
mey
First she thought wanted her for a
servant, an began TO show me her arms
an how strong she was, an could milk
an make butter. Oh, yes, she would be
good servant an work much. No,
said then, | want you for something
more. ! want little frau. I'm all alone,
an nobody to think much about, an III
be good TO you, an there's minister
right here, an will you marry me mart
How she ever did IL don't know. She
looked at me through an through II
was searchin' as the day o. judgement
an my heart beat 80 couldn't breathe
Then she put one hand 10 mine, an
bowed her head ! couldn't speak one
word, but put my arm rouud her, sn
swore au oath strouger'n the priest could
&c, out . me, an' then tied the horses
an walked over the prairie to old Pert
Larroix's. &c didn't ask any questions.
We knew well enough about one another