The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-12-21

With The life ve are leading
isrrskfss wss over md We stood ca
farmhouse pcrtscc urm IN arm. On
sill Of the door sai baby. screaming "
delight a. she fed some pet pigeons fr'
hef dimpled hands
Our breakfast bad been delicious 0
--eofiee clear q amber. bread like snc
and steak done 10 . turn.
All about Us. was green tangle Of svt
brier aud honeysuckIe: the sun Was j.
rising above the distant hills. and I
morning air was sweet and fresh. and q
ed with exquisite woodland odors, Al
musical With ths songs OF birds. We cou
catch glimpse Of the barn and the pou
try yards from where We stood. and be
the plaintive lowing Of the kline. and Il
dream-like tinkle Of their bells.
| I felt vague sort OF conviction tbl
Jack had but little sympathy with m
spirit Of discomfort. yet ] was determine
to carry my point il possible.
You are dissatisfied with your lott *
that plainly, Nell, said Jack a trihe sadly
Oh. nonsense, / put In. Not with m
lot, nor with you, only with the farr
Jack. I'm tired TO death with this prosy
humdrum life. and hate to see you delv
ing and toiling like slave from one year
end TO another. You were born for some
thing better, Jsck--something grande
and nobler. Fancy man OF your abili
ties sowing grain and digging potatoes
and raising stock to his life's endl
But. my dear suggested Jack, one mus
live and have bread and butter.
To be sure, Jack; but why not earn it IL
more genteel fashion?
Honest labor is always genteel, Nell.
Oh, pshawl you misunderstood me,
Jack. ] mean that you have capabilities
for something better. You only cling Ia
the old farm to please your father, when
you could do hundred fold better else
where. And besides. where is our socie-
ty in this place, Jack9 What chance is
there for our children as they grow up9
Jack laughed as he glanced down at
baby, who was struggling furiously to get
o pigeons head in her mouth.
All, Nell. that is looking so far ahead,
be said; and, my dear, You seem TO forget
that have lived here all my life.
No, no, / don't forget. And pray what
have you done, Jack?
Led an upright life and married you.
But you didn't pick me up among the
clover blossoms, Jack; don't forget that.
You found me in town, and, Jack dear.
so anxious to get back to my native
I'm tired Of all this. You can
get on ever 80 nicely in town, Jack; and
there we can get into society.
am not over fond Of society, Nell.
oh, but you should be for my sake.
Jack, I'm fond Of it. l hate to live like
! hermit. Why, Jack II wsllssired TO give
. little party tomorrow, We could not for
lack Of guests.
Dear me, Nell. why l could muster
scores.
Ola certain sort, yes; but don't want
hem, Jack want no society but the
best; the the--sort Of socety one gets in
20 in town.
Fashionable society, Nell.
Well, then, why not? You have means.
lack, and flatter myself that we are fitted
o move in any circle. Why should we
,ury ourselves in this wilderness?
Our means:are not ine1haustible, Nell.
I'm aware Of that, Jack, we've enough
or the start, and Marlborough offers you 9
,ood place in the bank
At limited salary, Nell.
Oh, yes, but you eau work your way up.
'ack--right up to the topmost round Of
be ladder. DO let's go. JackL I've live
d here to please you ever since our mar
iags; think you can afford to please me
little now.
Jack sighed as he looked upon his ripen.
ng grain fields, but he drew me close to
lis heart and kissed me-
That's true, he said, you cant be expect
d to care for the farm as do, Nell. I
to make You happy when you
onsented to be my wife, and I will try |
0 keep my word. You shall have it al
on own way, Nell.
The continuous dropping OF the water |
ears away the solid stone. I had con-
uered my husband at last. aud the desire
my heart was about to be accomplished.
When Jack once made up his mind to
O thing, lie did it with all his might.
he matter was soon settled. Cherry
I'LL, as we called the farm, was sold at
reat sacrifice, and one sunny morning We
nrned our backs upon the breezy down
nd golden grain fields. and iourneyed
ityward.
I'm afraid You have made great mis-
IKE, said Jacks father. rs he bade MS
1you'd have better stnck to
he farm. You remember the old say.
,g about rolling stones.
don't believe in old sayings. sir,
nswered loftily; and think can appre-
late my husbands ability better than
ny one else can.
All right ! hope you wont find yourself
my dear. Good bye 10 both Of
on. Whatever you do care well for the
title one. I'm afraid she won't like the
hange. II you happen TO tire OF town
nd fashion. don't forget that welcome
lways awaits you 1t home.
Jacks heart was too full for utterAnce.
Thank you. sir said, but We shall not
'ci tired,
Our new home ID town was stylish |