The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1883-06-28

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her George Vas then. how his eyes 70
loucd her. Low his lore blesscd her.
wss il all bar tsnlt thai all The bloos
and beauty Of lie had departed In ihcs
tso short yeAns
Looking back she couId - no day
which she had not ai leASt tired 10 do hs
duty.
And looking in The gIsss abe ssw ho'
the light and glow Of yoath had fade
from her fsee' while accomplishing th
task uncheered by the approval ofh'm sh
loved.
.'George hes kept his color aud his goo
looks because his work lies ont Of doors,
she mused. .'but have worked 10 thi
old kitchen until l look old saough 10 b
his mother. His mother she psuse'
with bitter laugh almost wish Wa
his mother. then he would be suited viii
what did.
Noon came, Tbs twelve o'clock whistl
sounded sharp aud clear iron the factor.
in the village mile swAy. ed before th
whistle ceased little Agurs dspped oul
on the side porch u VA Brewster hous
and blew horn.
There's woman for yoa" said Solo
mon Wyse admiringly, ''D'nner to ths
minute--and won't it be good one!
The dinner was indeed success. lEv
cry dainty Of the season and the farm va,
there. skilfully cooked and neatly served
on table in the cool dining. Rooms tabl'
covered with snowy cloth fresh from it
fold, and glass and china.
In the center Of the table stood q grea
china bowl full Of red roses that perfumed
the room. Her cheeks were red, her eyer
shone dark and bright, and her words and
smiles were ready for every one except hel
husband.
As she sat grave and silent At the foot o
the table he looked at her wonderingly.
She wore dress OF silver gray alpacci
that had been her travelling dress when
they we're married.
A large white apron with bib shielded
the glories Of the costume. But why did
she put it on' Surely she could not thinl
OF "going visiting" that afternoon. with
six haymakers TO get tea for, and the mill
Of eight cows to attend to afterwards.
But he finally went out without asking
it. The wife, who was afraid she hated
him, seemed almost like q stranger though
she looked SO much on this occasion like
the girl he had married just two years ago.
As George nesred the door Of the wood
shed, whore the men we're lounging away
the rest Of their incoming be heard his own
name uttered by Solomon Wyse in tones
OF anger.
Involuntarily he stayed his steps.
Eyes, I knew George from baby up and
I always said he'd make likely man. But
l vow it's shame to see how tho treats
that pretty little creaturel Such lunch
this morning and such dinner this noon
in such nice cool room. with the red ros
es and all the rest Of it; and she jnst as
pretty as a picturs. with her red sheeks
and bright eyes. aud dressed rs neat as a
pink, too. And lie sitting there as gIum
ss cross old man Of ninety. ] wa,
ashamed Of him.
1--WE heard he does nothing but find
fault with her all day long," said second
voice. my wife says il I threw my moth
er in her teeth as George does his in Let
tvs she'd run away from me before she
was day older.
"And serve you right" chimes in I
third. 'Ill tell You what my wife says.
She says its confounded mean and small
OF George not TO keep Q woman here u
help his wife. And when I saw the din.
ner today the pretty little thing had got
for us ell alone I thought so. too. Hang
me, IL hadn't half mind to stop here
this afternoon and help her wash up that
great pile OF dishes. and let the haying 60
TO thunder. It's enough to kill the won
an 10 have all that work to do. And
George is rich. What on earth is he think
ing about? But hell be sorry for this ia
o few years hence when we have to come
here On different errand.
"To carry hor ont in coffin?" said Sol.
omon Wyse. "Yes, Is'pose It will come
to that if some OF us don't talk seriously
to George. She don't look at oil strong
now, and her hands trembled when she
changed my plate. It's . burning shame
and II none Of you will talk to George
about it ! will do it myself.
But when George Brewster joined them,
Solomon Wyse deemed it prudent TO de.
fer the proposed talking TO, for his brow
was as black as night. and be had no more
to say to his neightors now than 70 his
wife At the dinner table.
This. then, was the way they spoke Of
him behind his back, these men who 10
bored beside him and took their wsgei
from his hand and pretended to be bis
friends.
And his wife was afraid she hated him
To whom could he turn for comfort-fron
whom could be expect true friendship j
she who should have been nearest and
dearest was an enemy in disguise? Lost
in moody revery, he paid little attention
10 his work
And at last. at three o'clock In the after
noon, there was sudden uproar in th'
bayfield,. q trampling Of hoois. rush o
terrified men. confusion Of voices. snt
among them al George Brewster lying OF
the ground beneath the moving machine
his right arm and leg broken BY the Wheel
and his head cut and bleeding with hi
heavy fall.