The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1883-05-10

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girls. one. the younger. with .singulsrl
Sincere aud beautiful grey ey@-snd Mr.
crsamer concluded her remarks:
Aud that is my Uncle Israsl
Who in the world is that. mammal All
ArAbslla. who Vas black eyed and litti
Arrogan,.iooking.
Ny Uncle Israel Stopford OF .Hoggvills
Horribiel
But be il rich. my dear, ct least -
have always supposed so. And Hoggvili
is really very pretty place in spite OF IL
name We must 60 there on visit, an,
perhaps he will do something for us.
ArabellA looked up; her slater Mildres
looked down. M,ldrsd's white band
were occupied With bit Of sewing; Ara
bellAs. covered With jewels. we're locket
idly on her silken lap.
He ought, am sure. continued Mrs
Cresmer. He vas my fathers own broth
or; and when father died he sdSested my
sister for teaching. and ret my brothsw NJ
in business. while he never did anything
for me.
But you married ~ soon ~ your fathel
died. mamma, said Mildred.
So I did. assented the elder lady.
Mildred silently continued her sewing.
II my brother and sister had not died,
they might be Of some assistance to us, re-
marked the mother.
little color, which had been rising
slowly to Mildred's pure cheek, burned
quite distinctly there now; still she did
not speak.
To think your father should have died
when his affairs were in such an awful
state! sighed Mrs. Cresmer, wiping her
eyes with her lace handkerchief.
Arabslls looked dolefully at the window,
against which the cold spring rain dashed.
Mildred rose. poured her mother cup OF
tea and took 1t to the sofa.
Don't worry, mamma, she said cheerful.
ly.
How can l help it, Mildred, with two
such daughters as You are; utterly with.
out prospectsl You, at least, can never go
into society now, l am afraid.
Well. l don't care, mamma.
Don't care, Mildred?
No, mamma, am sure don't. I'll do
very we'll, ! assure you, without being put
on Mrs. General Nobodys visiting list.
Mildred, do not like to hear you make
such remarks.
Mil always was odd. said Arabella.
In month the distracted affairs of the
family were settled, aud the Creamers
were en- route for Hoggville.
III leave the train at this side OF the sta
tion and walk over, threatsned Arsbella.
But Hoggville was serenely pretty and
undeniably prosperous and Arabella be-
came considerably Modified.
Does your uncle live in any Of those
pretty villas, mamma?
Nc, my dear, think he still lives at the
old place.
An old place, certainly, set back, just at
the crossing Of two roads, In an emerald
field. and draped with woodbine and elm
boughs.
Oh, how lovely! cried Mildred.
But it isn't bit stylish, said Arabella.
l don't believe Uncle Israel is stylish
returned Mildred.
He was not--a plainly dressed, clean,
kindly old man, setting out tomato plants
in side garden.
Mildred thought him q picture OF
healthy and virtuous old age Arabella
looked askance at his overalls.
Tn very fond Of gardening. / take
great pleasure in ''green things growing,
As Miss Muloch says. but don't expect
every body else to ride my hobby. SO il you
ladies will come in will make myself pre-.
sentable and wait upon you in few mo.
ments.
How oddi said Arabella. Who is his
housekeeper, mamma?
don't know.
1t soon appeared, when Uncle Israel
hung up their wraps in wardrobe, and
brought them repast OF very good cof-
fee, crackers and cheese. on little tray,
for lunch, that he hsdn't any.
had very good ons. but she became
old and feeble and unable to work. A
woman comes twice a week from the vii |
lage. and washes, irons. cleans and bakes
for me; the rest Of the time I manage to
serve myself.
How actually dreadful, Uncle Israel, for
q man as rich as you are to live in that
way! exclaimed Mrs Creamer.
I'm old-iashioned, need little. and do
not like uncongenial people about me.
do very well, be answered mildly, looking
observantly at the lady.
"Arsn't yon lonely? asked Mildred. a
little timidly.
No, he answered with q smile in his
blue eyes; and rising he unclosed the door
Of very pleasant library, holding hun
dreds OF books ! have my garden. my
books, and my neighbor Mr.. Delorme.
Who is that?
Ny minister.
Then he begged his niece TO tell him Of
herself This the lady was very ready to
do, and when the story wss told he pro-
posed that the three spend few months
With him. aud be would think how he
could best sasut them.
He is nice, isn't be Belli asked Mildred.
A the two sisters unthreaded their braids
at bed time.
Oh, / don't know; It depends. you
know. yawned Bell; it's going to be swful
poky here isn't III