The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1878-04-04

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Aani PsusloRc wens aEay he neSl
day, and louesome enough Il seemed. Ia
was bioWg April mornipg. with blue
ssy, dappled with slouds, and iAintsWss.
accents Of growing tAiREs In the air. Oh,
bow sick ] was Of The nAi, OF pAvsmsnlS
and brick walls and All The Items which
10 10 make up a eltYi Baby was more
ffe'fal than usual, aud | sAsily persuAded
myself that be was pioing.
Oh, Jeromel cried /, paHsioRAtely,
when st last my husband came hoIne,
with tired look, aud . roll Of papers
under his arm, have we always got 10
live 20?
Live how, my dGfliugI
Cooped up like rats In : trap, away
from all beau,iful sights and sounds Of
the world Shut up In mere lodging
housel Can't we live in bonas that has
at least little flower border and grape
vine in its rear?
| hope we can afford to some time, my
dear, said Jerome, gravely.
And then be drew out his iukstand,
opened his roll Of figures, and went TO
work.
The April days beAmed on, ali bright
skies, soft winds, and kaleidoscope
glimpses Of sunshowers; and | became
almost heartsiek for the country.
If Jerome cared for me ~ he used 10
care, | told myself, With feverish impa-
tience, he would at least make some effort
to find home where could be happier
than 10 this human hive, where few pot
plants in the window are all have TO re-
mind me Of the green world outside.
Stung by these reflections, aud yet fur
iher melted by letter from Aunt Psnc.
lopc, full of descriptions OF lambs, dali
sizes aud little stresmlels, | one day
packed up my vaiise.
Halo, said Jerome, when he came
home, where are you golngl
To Aunt Penelope, for . weeks visit;
| need il, and SO does BERTHE.
And leave me
! looked keenly at jerome. He. too,
was paler and thinner than his usual
wont. Nights Of work and days of count
ing house toll were beginning 10 tell up
on him.
No, no! | cried, throwing my arms
around him, won't leave you, dearest
not If ! never see the country again.
That's my own brave little grill said
jerome, stroking back my hair with a
loving touch. Wait week, dear, and
III take you myself for alil.le Trip.
SO Iwai,ed
The day-week came, to my infinite de-
light. ! dressed baby In q long white
frock, with blue ribbon sash aud shout.
der knots, and put on my own dainty
little spring hat, trimmed with primroses
and away we rolled 10 comfortable
open carriage-Jerome, BERTHE, and l.
until we came TO the prettiest birds nest
Of a cottage in the world, jast short
distance out Of the town, where vines
garlsnded the porch, and little lawn ex-
tended down 10 3 crystai-clear brook.
Tulips and dsffodiIs made the borders
gay, and lilac tree, by the gate, was
just bursting into bloom.
| should like homo like this, said /,
gazing absiraciedly out at its exquisite
beauty.
Should you3 said Jerome, laughing, as
be drew up the horses in front Of the
gate. Pm glad to hear that, because Il is
your home. a4 rE
My-home!
stared at him ss II be were half crazy.
Yes, little patient, homeslck vita, ]
haven't forgotten your likeiags and long-
lngs all this time. Y Your home J 7 itft
Butts 1t paid for2
Yes; every shilling. Uncle Joseph has
helped me, and that night work was well
paid. A good garden, Amy, and nice
place TO keep fowls. 30 yoa like It, eh7
My face answered him.
We moved out the following week, and
kept our May Day among The flowers and
birds. And little Berue grows like .
weed in the sweet scents and grsening
grass. and Aunt Penelope has taken
back all she said about jerome, and has
all sorts oftrouble with the Outerbridgs
servants, but am the happiest little wife
! In ALI the worldi