The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-02-16

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Slowly the sloyed hond passed back Ans
forth over the yellow hair. The lady
eyes we're looking far away; the boys tAc'
was like. so strangely like another face
Are you hungr,' she asked suddenly.
The vide open gray eyes would hsvs
answered her without the quick sob and
the low Yes'm
The carriage stopped. and the monn'
nent again accomplished decent. opened
the door, and stood staring in blank
smAzement.
! am not going in, John. said his mis-,
,ress Drive home again. And she add
ed. smiling, This little boy crept in out
Of the cold while the carriage WAS waiting.
am going to take him home Drive
back as quickly as possible.
As the bewildered coachman shut the
door and returned to his perch, the boy
made spring forward.
Lemme outlh he cried, / don't want TO
so nome. Lemme OUT
Not your home, said the lady gently
my home.
Tom stared st her in wonder. and. too
much overcome by the announcement to
resist, let her lift him up on the seat be-
side her.
My home. she repeated, where you can
get very warm, and have a good sleep, on
q soft bed. viii you like that9
Tom dreSa long slow breath but did
not answer 1t was too wonderful He
one Of Nanny Sails boys-to go to the
lady's house where the children lived
whom he had seen go in that evening! He
looked up suddenly. We're those children
yourn? he asked. With sudden move
ment she drew him very close to her, and
answered softly:
No not mine. had little boy once.
like you and he died.
When the carriage stopped again Tom
was fast asleep; so fast asleep that the be.
wildered coachman carried him into the
house and laid him on bed without wax
ing him. The next morning when the
boys eyes opened he lay looking about
him, hardly daring to speak or move. l
don't believe he had ever heard anything
about the faries. or he would certainly
have thought himself in fairy land. Best
OF all, the lady Of the night before was
by the bed smiling at him. and
smiling back, he held ont his arms to her.
wish you could have seen him little
later, when arrAyed in jacket and trousers
that made him think with disdain OF Ger
tain articles of the same description which |
he had but yesterday gazed at lovingly as
they dangled before old Isaacs' clothing
store, he sat before little table by the
sunny window. taking,.a short, very short
view Of = gigantic beefstsak
IT'LL Indignantly sputtering to itself,
Of smoking potatoes, an impos-
ing array OF snowy roll and golden butter
and pitcher Of creamy milk. Aud l
wish that you could have seen the same
able later; for the table was about all that
was left
That was the first time that ! ever saw
Tom Since then ! have seen him very
,iten And now will tell you. only am
Ifraid you will hardly believe me, about
he last time, and that WAS not very long
lgo.
was riding along one OF the prettiest
country roads you ever saw, and when
'ame to certain gate my horse, without
Waiting for sign from me. turned in. As
ye drew near the house caught sight OF
wo figures standing among the flowers.
)ne was handsome old lady with white
lair, the ether young man. She was
rmed with an immense pair of shears,
md no held in his hand hat filed to the
,rim with flowers. The sunlight, creeping
lown through the trees, fell inll upon his
lose cropped hair and yellow beard. And
drew in my horse and sat watching
hem, it all seemed TO me like a fairy
tory. But it wasn't; for the tall handsome
nan looking down with such protecting
enderness upon the white haired old lady
'as really Tom poor, little, thin, cold,
rom. -Ace,'ie s. Francis.