The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-09-01

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she did not dispute his right 70 he iher
Her short WASTED gosn had little puhs {
sleeves. leaving her round pink arms qui
bare; il was very short 10 tho skirt. 10
with scan,. narrow ruifie. revealing tri
little high.Leeled slippers tfor Deborah
vanity began and ended with her feet an
at her waist hung huge beaded reticu
full Of keys. which msdo cool little elinl
ing. Her brown hair Was NOD very thicl
but vas full Of golden stTsaks and way.
aud crinkles. and was twisted up into
large loose bow on the crown OF her heat
where i. looked like some huge bu.terf
posing. and her eyes. when they at la,
opened from their dazzling puckcr. wer
real china blue under their dark lashes.
! beg your pardon. said the young mar
choosing the most useful words made an
provided for opening conversation. la
heard this house vas Washington's head
quarters, and Was sometimes shown !
strangers. / Am astranger md an artist
Ny name is Hugo Clifford, but he coul'
scsrcciy have explained the impulse b,
which he had told bis name.
j shall be very glad to show you th
house. said Deborah. simply and quietly
II you will please wait until put thes.
eggs away.
Clifford smiled TO himself over her di
rectness and simplicity, and stood con
tentedly waiting. while Deborah stood NJ
on green wooden stool and bestowed the
eggs in the china cupboard. He was q
handsome fellow, tall and straight, with
regular features, which must have been Q
satisfaction to his artistic tastes; his dark
was trained into fierce and
truculont expression, but this he had done
himself. while nature had put the kindly
sparkle which beliod it in his dark eyes.
beg your pardon, said Deborah. who
enough to these days. ~ use this
hard.worded phrase. but you do look SO
warm and tired! Won't you rest and got
,ool before you look at the museum? The
things in it are not worth much, she added
with mischievous little smile; perhaps
you will be more charitable toward them
whon you have had . glass Of milk
Clifford sat down, not unwillingly, in q
,orner Of tho hard, slippery sofa, which
,aa at least the merit Of being cool, while
Deborah opened door which let in rush
# hot sunlight, and disappeared with it.
BY Jovel thought he. Am / reversing
he Rip Van Winkle proceeding; have i
vaked up fifty years ago and fallen in love
With my own grandmother? Where did
hat girl get that curious calm dignity Of
lers?-One daren't put his hands in his
rockets before her He glanced around
lin, the iron fireplace was full Of aspara-
,us branches with red berries like sparks,
he yenetians were only half lowered
cross sthe back window. aud
'etween them o lovely landscape glin.
aarin0 in tho hot afternoon sun. little
'reeze was chasing scraps OF gingham and
gcranium leaf over the shining blue
,ainted floor. The silk bird and Abraham
aught his eyes for moment, then they
ell on q shaky, spindle-legged table at his
lbow. over weighted with some old
'rown books; Pope's Iliad, Milton-full
4 long SIS like fs-The Vicar of Wake
eld, Shakespeare, with hideous pictures
t noted actors and actresses. an odd VOL
me OF the Spectator, Charles Lamb, Col
ridge, and one or two more At the left
1 the door was long, low window with
road ledge, on which.a work basket and
ONE gingham kept company with tsbby
at Clifford crossed over and sat down
4 the splint rocking chair beside it. in
,hich book, Lady Hontsgue's Letters
y open. Presently, Deborah. coming in
18th tray. made room for it on the ledge
here is milk and switched, shs said, help
ourself. And ! have just baked, so l
ave brought you some fresh bread. Most
eople like it,
This is jewel Of girl, thought Cliff.
,rd, "a he thanked her and ate and drank,
ven tasting the switchel-a vile com
ound Of ginger, molasses and vinegar.
'uch affected by haymaker, but which.
it'll the best will in the world, he could
ot like.
] must paint this girl, he was thinking,
ancing at Deborah, as she leaned against
le window, idly swinging the tassel Of
esded reticule. Aloud he said: Ishould
II you that had been doing . little
slkiug tour. but find this pretty coun.
y, and don't think ] shall go any farther.
Yes. it's . pretty country, assented
eborsh. You will like the view from
10 hall window upstairs, and Gilbert
decided that be would paint
at view. though, indeed, landscape was
i in his line. A Wild idea crossed his
ind OF getting Deborsh to take him as a
,arder. But this Was too daring She
ID. with oil her gentlensss, little air Of
y pride which forbade intrusion. So he
Ily talked enough Of himself aud his pic.
res to arouse her interest. till she
'luntarily suggested that hs was welcome
paint the view, the old house or any OF
, belongings permission he was not
~ TO claim. After that lovely lingering
ternoon during which he saw and sd.
ired al that one old house had TO show.
ard the story Of the grandmother in the
ack frame and the British officer 10 love
ory with little treason TO spice III. and
en- heard some OF DeborAh's own opin.
ms as to men aud things. be made good
9 footing there. But little OF his holiday
y gone. aud every minute that was lef,