The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-09-14

dover felt that the time bad come TOT h'in
10 express the devotion which from the
Girs, Ne had entertained toward that young
! lAdy and Askod her to rcciproeate t.
IA evident that be counted without his
host, as the following remark by Miss
Drucn plainly shows
But this needn't bc the end, appeal
ingly: 81 needn't disturb our friendship
Mr.. wendoyer. like you so well as
frend-be,ier than any one ] know, oniy
not As the man"-tho color rushed up into
her face. but she KEEP, on brayely--'not as
the man whom would marry. He must
be hero-like Sir Philip sydney or the
Cheyclier Bayard."
Jack smiled humbly.
'Do you think you will know him when
he eomesg" he asked.
II was not happy question she
thought he was ridiculing her, when he
had no such intention. The color came
and went on her face, leaving only red
spot on each cheek.
IL have not the least doubt but that !
shall, she said coldly.
Jack rose from his chair. "Well, he
said, wearily, IL suppose you know best.
| never set out to be hero-Good night
Miss Millicent.'
Now, il Millicent supposed that JACK
wendoyer, rejected as her lover, would be
content TO remain her friond-on the same
intimate terms. that is, as had hitherto ex-
isted-she showed small knowledge OF
that young mans nature and limited ap-
probation OF such affairs. With Jack the
friendship had been only preliminary to
his proposal. From the first he meant to
marry Millicent, il he could, and oil his
visits and attentions we're so many means
to this end They had given him pleas
ure, as any pursuit does on which man
heart is bent, but it was mixed with rest
lessness and uncertainty and pain. The
chief pleasure was the possibility that some
day or other she might be his. Now this
was taken away. In its place remained
dull sense OF disappointment which MILL
cents sentence could not emphasize. What
he wanted was not her society for On oc'
casional evening, but Millicent herself;
and il he could not get that he would not
EXPOSE himself TO the tantalizing fascinat'
ion of her presence From that evening,
therefore, his social visits at the Bruen's 8
came to an end.
This was something Millicent had not
bargaincd for. She felt grieved and dis
appointed, and it must be said little in
dignant. Her father too, without know
| ing the cause, perceived the desertion.
Haven't quarrelled with Mr.. Wendover
have your the old gentleman asked sns
piciously, after month or six weeks had
gone by.
"Tm sure, papa. never quarrel"
"Well, then, l don't know what's got
into the man-unless he's found a girl
Strange if he hadn't. Might just as well
have had him yourself, Milly."
Millicent felt indignant with herself foi
blushing,
"Im sure, papa" ioftily, "Mr. Wen
dover isn't the kind OF man | should
like" The father shook his head. 'lm
afraid you'll go through the woods, he
said, "and pick up crooked stick.
don't know any fellow / like better. Be
sides owe him debt Of gratitude. It's
} due to him more than any one else, Milly
that we're not in the poor-house.
Mllicent turned pale.
"What do you mean, papa?"
II mean, my dear, his company has tax
en- my boulevard lots off my hands and
saved me from being bankrupt"
1t was brief statement of disagreea
BILE fact. Millicent did not like to thinl
that she even might be poor. And to owe
their wealth to Jack Wendover, who bat
given her besides, all the love and devo
lion OF his life, was hardly tolerable. !
her father was indebted to him how much
more was she? And how could she eve
pay the debt, save by acknowledging hin
as her hero, which she was no more read,
TO do than before. 1t is true that she ha'
lately got into the habit of measuring 9th
|. er men by his standard and finding then
little and unsatisfactory, but this did no
T. 4. -
II was about six months after his disap
pearance that Millicent discovered neV
, phase of Jacks oharacter-new, that Is, Z
Iher. She had known him hitherto as
man of high principles and strict sense
duty; but his deeper instincts and tn
sympathetic side OF his nature she had ye
!. to learn The way 1t happened was TINS
There came one day little Katie Finnegan
the washer-womans daughter, saying iha
the mother was sick. aud couldn't wash tina
] week. and wouldn't Miss Broom he S
good as to 'xcuse her The child ha
been often enough 10 the house before, bu
lMillicent had never seen her looking .
neat and tldy.
"0f course I'll excuse your mother
she said; ''but Kate, how nice you look
> The little wan face lighted up.
"It's ashillen calicer, she said proud.
gathering up the dress for Millicent's II
spection. "And the shocsl just look
u 'ep, Miss Broon. Isn't they lovelyy
's .Myw exclaimed Millicent. How pc
fectly elegant Where did you get snc
fine things, Kaiiei"
" A tender light came into the child
" eyes.
"It was Mr.. wen'ver" she said soitl
'as give em to me"
"Mr. wen'yer.' repeated Millicent in
puzzled way.
The child nodded "I've got his nan