The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1880-07-01
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over his Fps
won't be slloheodl be cried. tsy
agsla, heartily. oouiouud al rev fang lee
sasioms. sad especially ihls ono of send-
lng cards 10 people on New Near's day
lrs nuisance and ough, 10 Be pot down.
There's my letter bag moro than an hoaF
la,e, and 50 fan of rubbish Chat the Jock
10 stralnod, snd can't get the bsg open
Al all.
Aher another effort, however, The lock-
yielded, and the angry squire poured out
some score or two Of letters upon the
breakfast table.
Miss Crantorne, Mise cfsnborne.
Why, they are At for you, Kitty, de-
clare Here, take them awsy-tske all
the lot--And II you find letter iohme just
band II over.
Dent be cross, father; aud please don't
call me Kitty.
The squire just then was fnishing his
cup Of coffee, and kind Of gurgling
growl was bis only response.
Just look cried Katherine, exultingly.
she was busy sorting the letters, nearly
sll OF which were placed in one pile.
just look at them
Are they ell for your
An these are. Now you see what Il is
TO be a beauty.
And an heiress, added her father.
Oh, OF Course--and an belress
Bot you do not mean 10 say, continued
the square, rs he took his own letters,
that there is not one iof my little Pansy
Katherine gave gesture OF contempt.
or course there Is mott She is by far
too Insignificant and iAsipid creature 10
receive any such attentions.
And she 10 no heiress sddodthe squire.
do wish you would not make 80 many
illusions TO my fortunel
Can't help 1t, Kate. There's my Pam
sy as beautiful as the flower ] named her
after. Bot shesis no heiress You nn-
derstand2
Katherine did not answer. She was
sUxiously scrutinziug the handwriting
on the envelopes before proceeding to
open any Of them.
A young girl who had been seated OPP
lposite to her now arose, and going TO the
squire, put her arms around his neck and
kissed him iondly.
A world of love came into the old mans
eyes, and he stroked her hands caressing.
ly.
Never mind, Pansyl he said. am
very glad no one sends you such rubbish.
And am thankful You are no heiress.
Perhaps no one will want TO take you
from me
Tears rose into Pansy's eyes. for though
she said nothing she could not holp feel
Ing little pang of disappointment at the
discovery that no one had thought it
worth while to send her. one card that
brilliant New Years morning. But she
checked the tears, and to hide her emotion
kissed her father again and again.
Squire Crsnborne, the father OF the two
motherless girls who were at breakfast
with him that morning, had married
twice. His first wife, vain proud
woman, had q large fortune in her own
right, and on her decease- occur
red soon after Katherines birth--she lef
all her property TO her little daughter-to
be held In trust until she should either
marry or attain the age of twenty-one.
His second wife brought him no por.
ton, save love, beauty and gentle dis
position. She was the eldest daughter of
the village curate, and It was heavy
blow TO him when she died, on the second
anniversary of her wedding day. He had
never married again, though quite a
young man when leitfor the second time a
widower.
Thus it happened that Katherine and
Pmsy were half sisters only; the one a
rich heiress, and the other with only q
very modest portion.
Katherine was within few months Of
her majority. Tail and beautiful, she
was, like her mother, vain and proud and
duly impressed with the superiority OF
her own position and personal attrac.
tions. Offers she had had In plenty, for
she never failed to attract notice and ad-
miration wherever she went; bat she had
dismissed all her suitors with contumely.
Panty was girl of a different stamp
altogether; petite In figure and retiring in
disposition, she was generally overlook
cd.
or course 1t vas very wrong Of Squire
CrGuborne 10 like one daughter better
than the other. Bot he did, aud every
one knew that the gentle, patient little
Pansy, so much like the second wife be
had loved so fondly was his fayorite.
The manifestations of affection now in.
terchanged between them Jared on ksth-
erins feelings, and when she bad flushed
examining the approximations, and look
"a mp, her fair brow was contracted into
su ugly frown.
Gushing sgsinl she exclaimed, in q
eontemptuous voice. can't think how
you can be so fond Of kissing and cud.
ding.
Yoa are vexed, Kate, said her father, and
50 you are cross With us. noticed your
annoyance increase ~ you got to the bot
tom OF the pile. You have been expect.
ing letter which has not arrived. I'll
be bound there's not one Of those Ad.
dresses In Sir Charles Howeli's hand.
wTitingi
A crimson fash dyed Kaiherlne's face
A these words were spoken.
1 atA .rtsef a card fran Sir Charles Of