The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-08-24

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between, Is Scriptur says Yes. you lsok
at j, any way you sani 10, It's awful
solemn aud Gurus; they ain't Nobody can
get around It; ais got to go--just erery'
body. As you may say. One day you're
hearty and strong g-here he scrambled
10 his feet aud broke pane and stretched
his nose out at il moment or two, then
sat down again. while struggled up
and stretched my nose ont the same place,
and this We kept on doing every now and
then = and the next day he's cut down like
the grass, and the places which knowed
him then knows him no more forever, as
the Scriptur' says. Yes. indeeiy, IT'S aw.
iul solemn aud Gurus; but we've all got
to CO. one time or smother; they amt no
getting around it.
There was another long pause; then
What did he die of
! said / didn't know
How long has he been dead?
1t seemed judicious to enlarge the facts
TO suit the probabilities; so ! said
Two or three days.
But it did no good, for Thompson re-
ceived il with an injured look which plain
ly said, Two or three years, ye mean.
Then he went right along, placidly ignor-
ing my statement, and gave his views at
considerable length upon the unwi'dom
Of putting of burials too long. Then he
lounged off toward the boz, stood mo-
ment, and then came back on sharp trot
and visited the window pane, observing:
'Twould q ben dumb sight better all
around. il they'd started him along last
Summer.
Thompson sat down and buried his face
in his red silk handkerchief. and began to
slowly sway and rock his body like one
who is doing his best to endure the almost
uncomfortable. BY this time the fragrance,
il you call it fragrance, was about as near
suffocating as you can come to it. Thomp-
sons face was turning gray. ! knew mine
hadn't any color left in it. by and by
Thorn pson rested bis forehead in his knee.
and sort OF waved his red handkerchief to.
wards the box with his other hand and
said;
I've carried many of 'em-some OF EN-
considerable overdue, too-but, Lordy, he
he Just lays over EN- all and does it easy.
Cap, they was helitrope to him!
This recognition of my poor friend graft
fed me, in spite Of the sad circumstances,
because it had 30 much the sound of a
compliment.
Pretty soon it was plain that something
had got TO be done. l suggested cigars.
Thompson thought it was good idea.
He said:
Likely it'll modify him some.
We pulled gingerly along for wh'l'
and tried to imagine that things were iul.
agine that things were improved. But II
wasn't any use, Before long. aud without
consultation both cigars were quietly
dropped from our nerveless fingers at the
same moment. Thompson said, with a
sad sigh.
No, Cap, it don't modify him worth a
cent Fact is, it makes him worse, becuz
it stirs up his ambition. What do you
reckon we better do nowp
was not able to suggest anything; in-
deed, l had TO be swallowing and swallow
ing all the time, and did not like to trust
myself tospeak. Thompson fell to maun-
dering, in q low.spirited way about the
miserable experiences Of this night; and
he got to referring TO my friend by various
titles sometimes military ones. sometimes
civil ones-snd noticed that as fast as my
poor friends effectiveness grew, Thomp-
son promoted him accordingly-gave him
q bigger title. Finally he said:
I've got an idea. Suppose'n we buckle
down and give the colonel bit Of q shove
toward t'other end OF the car?-about ten
foot, say. He wouldn't have so much in
huence then, don't you reckon2
| said it was good scheme. So We took
in good fresh breath ut the broken pane,
calculating TO hold it till we got through
then we went there and bent down over
that deadly cheese and took grasp on
on that box. Thompson nodded All ready.
and then we threw ourselves forward with
all our weight; but Thompson slipped and
slumped down with his nose on the cheese,
and his breath got loose. He gagged and
gasped and foundered up and made o
break for the door. paving the air, and
saying hoarsely. Don't hinder me!-gimme
the road I'm dying; gimme the road
Out on the cold platform ! sat down and
held his head while. and be revived.
Presently he said:
DO you reckon we started the gen'rul
any,
| said no; we hadn't budged him.
Well, then, that ideas up the Aume
We have got 10 think up something else.
He's suited whar he is, reckon; and il
that's the way he feels about 1t, and ha,
made up his mind that be don't wish TO b,
disturbed, you bet he's going to have hi
own way in the business. Yes, better
leave him right whsr he is, long a. b.
wants it 30. becuz be holds all the trumps
don't you knowi and so II stands TO reason
that man that lays out to alter bis PLAN
for him Ia going 10 get left.
But we couldn't stay out there in tha
mad storm. We should have frozen Il
death. So We went 10 again and shut th'
door, and began 70 suffer once more an,
take turns q, tho break in the window. b.
and by. as we were starting from station
where we had stopped moment, Thomp
son pranced IN cheerily and exclaimed: