The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-04-14


not fall into them, Dinah Ann,
And laughing good.naturedly, Jane
Harbury iurrei from the supper-tray
reach his pipe. Dinah Ann rang the bel
resumed her knitting, and fell into an III
pleasant revere
A few days passed away, things goin
on smoothly at the farm. Dinah Ann ha
recovered her, temporal least, she dis
played no signs Of lis being rutled, Jane
Harbury was as usual, save that at time
be seemed little absent and thoughtful
One afternoon he went upstairs 10 chang
his everyday coat for better one.
Where are you going' cried Mrs. Hm
bury quickly, as he came down again.
Only into Northam. shall be hom,
early.
| Into Northam. Its not markot-day7
No; but I've got little business tber,
about those sheep you know, Dinah Ann
| shall get them at my own price after all
OF course you will told you so al
along, But / do wonder you could mol
wait until tomorrow.
OH market-days are Always bustling
day; one forgets half ones business. OF
has no time to do II. Anyway, | thought
I'd go in this afternoon.
] should like to go with you, Jamesl
Mr.. Harbury received the impulsiyo
wish with blank look, and had no ready
answer at hand
| want to buy new silk gown, and to
order best cap, and ever so many other
things. Yes; | will go with you, James.
| wont be five minutes getting ready.
But-Dinah Ann-not to-day. can't
take you this afternoon. You shall go to-
morrow, Instead
Why cant you take me?
Business, he shortly replied. And, his
gig being just then brought round, White
Bess in the shafts he got into 1t without
more ado and drove away, calling out
"Good-byl to his wife.
I'll be even with You Mr., James, nodded
she.
The sun was setting when he drove in
again and round to the stable.yard. Leav-
ing his horse and gig with Evan, he was
crossing to the house when his attention
was caught by huge volume of black
smoke putting out of the chimney of a mar
row building that was formerly made to
serve as brew.house and wash house,
until the large one was built As it was
ont of use now, was not in fact used for
any purpose whatever, or entered by any
body from months end to months end
Mr.. Harbury naturally thought Of fire. He
rushed to it like mailman.
La the fireplace under the furnace fire
blazed away, upon which more coal had
been thrown. Wfiter than death,
Jamas Harbury made one frantic move
toward it, while yell of what really
seemed like terror broke from him.
Another yell succeeded, and still another;
then he collapsed utterly and fell upon
low wooden stool in wild despair
Good heavensl' exclaimed Dinah Ann,
who had been stopping over some blankets
10 the far corner What in the world is
the matter? Is it spasms, James? Let me
run for the camphor.
Camphor, indeed exclaimed the unhap-
py man. Bring poison, rather poison.
You've ruined me.
He's off his head, was her pitiable sug-
yestion. Let me rub you, James. Where
$ the pain? In the chest?
He flung his arms around in all direc-
ions, so that she could not get to his chest
u to any other part Of him.
Who lighted this fire? he gasped.
Phoebe lighted it. | ordered her. The
lue in the proper wash house has taken to
moking frightfully. The blankets are to
,e washed to morrow and will be put in
oak tonight But what is the fire to you
|amcs, that you should be put ont about
+?
It's everything TO me, he family an
wered. Five hundred pounds has been
,urnt mp in it.
Rising from the stool and Dinah Ann
wondered the creaky old thing had not
ONE down with his weigbt--he hastened
INDOORS, sat down by the table and buried
lis head upon it. She found him 50, his
ace hidden in his hands.
Now, james, you just tell me what all
his means--if you are not quite out oi
our senses Come intend to know
Yes you may know it now, he said, lifting
is face and its despair. had placed In
he fire. place Of that old furnace, in my
Id green pocket book, five hundred
ounds in bank notes. And-and they are
urntl they are burnt Dinah Ami
Whore did the notes come from?
fpui DiSthNi w "a Aoht
go years before knew you; lent friend
yer four hundred pounds He ran away
iith it TO Australia, aud lost my money,
nd set him down as a rogue. But he is
OF so dishonest as thought him; he has
iade his fortune ont there and is back
gain, in London now, and last week he
the debt and interest 10 your
rother for me, five hundred pounds.
rought the notes home the night Harry
rove me here.
And nov just tell me, James, how you
ould think Of putting bank notes into
ich place as furnace hre-hole?
| did it for safety. Nobody ever went in
lere, and the furnace was never used.
Saiety7 Was there not your bureau, up
airs In the bed roomt