The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1884-02-28
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ioscsa she ssid fatally:

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ioscss she ssii fatally:
Sir. I do net approve Of getting MP
eiak Of this cert"
"what." qusstiosed Mr.. Jackson.
Il said, cir" costiaued Mrs Brow
gathering courage As she vent on. II di
no, approve Of club Of this sort ! nut
, confess. she said. while her whole fac
famed for - instant. "fbat ! WAS onl
tslliog = polite l,e vhss said with sh
rest, The other day. that ] thought
would b. very good thing think v
nssd to uss our money much nearer home
think W have no night 10 b. treating th
hsathsn 10 Bibles. until ~ pay out debt
even il il is but church dsbt; and aits
that il paid and We have any msnsy 4
spare, tho hsathsn in our own laad nsa
our ovn doors. think. should be looksl
after before W 60 scrsss the seas 10 searcl
OF new ones. know such opinions ain
Christian. psrhsps, sir. but that is what
honestly think; Mr.. Jackson. should
v regular hypscrits II l joined any sucl
soc:sty = you propose y organize"
Mr. Jackson vas . wise man, and |
practical one. He said:
"Whst you say, dear Mrs. Brown, sur
prisss me greatly; but ! forbssr 10 urge
you 10 become . member Of anything
wherein your conscience would bs troub'
led. Still trust that, although ysu fesl
you cannot give us the help and strength
Of your presence. you viii all Us little
financially. You know We shall need al
aid possible in that direction" he smiled
kindly.
This time feminine logic was greater
than feminine heart, and the good man
was astoundsd when Mrs. Brown sxclaim.
Cd.
"Why OF course I WON'T Not . cent
sir! How curious Of ysu to ask me such
. thing Would you really. sir--you. q
minister Of the gospel. take from me after
what l have just said to you? Would
your"
"Why yes, smiled Mr.. Jackssn, good
naturally. "Of course l would. The
cause is good, and you wouldn't miss the
money. and"
"Mr. Jsckssn. interrupted Mrs. Brown,
indignantly. "Allow me to say that ]
don't think very much ofyoul"
"Wha stammered the
minister. "You- you don't don't -
Where is my hat, please. Mrs. Brown? !
really sm not very readily provoked; but
such remark as this is not very. really
really y--not to be received! ! have the
honor the honor, ma am. said the good
mss, trembling with rage, to bid you .
very good aftsrnoonl"
And putting on his hat and erasping bis
esne the poor man let himself out at the
front door, while Mrs. Brown merely
stood still aud lot him 60 Once for a mo-
mrnt she was tempted TO call him back
an rscaut; bst then, mo-" she thought.
II will be siuo.re, / will be honest" So
Mr.. jackson left the house, hurt wound.
Cd, humiliAted, and not at all comprehend
ing how it came about. Mrs. Brown
hesved a sigh, and went upstairs again.
II seem to have bad luck with my call
ers.' she thought.
Just before supper time she went down
into ths kitchen to see il everything WAS
progressing as it should do. 10 her sur
prise the kitchen was empty! No Bridget
there! And worse than that, the fire was
oil out. and no sign It NJ Of any prspara-
tions for supper! Where could she bs2
She looked in the cellar; she looked out
in the back yArd-De Bridget. Puzzled
and worried she went up stairs again.
'Mary. where is Bridget?'
I'm her room, ma'am, gsttin dressed,
think"
Mrs. Brown knocked at her bedroom
door.
Bridget Bridget"
"yis ma'sm,~ answered Bridget.
"Oh.hl Bridget exclaimed Mrs
Brown. And we'll might she exclaim; for
there was Bridget with her hair il endless
sarls, and pink ribbon tyiug them up.
smiling and smirking in way that, to
Mrs. Brown, was maddeIing.
"Whyy Bridgetr
"Yis. ma'am." smiled Bridge. "Doan't
they look foins?"
"Bridgst," said Mrs, Brown, severely,
'pin those curls mp aud go right down
and attend to yonr work Don't you know
it's near o'clock and The fires oil out"
Dear msr' crieI Bridget, lifting up
her hands il disnisy. "You don't mean
10 tell me so?'
II do; just that; and you'd better be
lively. said Mrs. Brown, angrIly, turning
to walk down stairs.
"Shure / won't he minute" said
Bridget. excitsdly; aud not waiting to
tuck up her eurls or anything else, she
slipped on ber apron and went dows TO
the kitchen 10 hurry.
A few minutes after 6 Mr.. Brown rs.
turned TO his house from business. He
walked in the front gate slowly. and when
inside Of the house said Good EVENING"
10 bis wife, 10 s.most dignified manner.
Gsing over to him timidly, Mrs. Brown
kissed lin. ~ was hsr won. upon his re-
turn home His face relaxed little; but
Lhs anger Of the morning was still upon
him, and lie did not return her kiss II all.
With . sigh Mrs Brown took rsckipg
chair and sat down ini Hslfpsst 9 came
md no supper bell. MIRA Brown slipped
down stairs quietly and tried TO hurry
Bridget up. She found her busy, red
laced snd Hurried. With her cnrls still in
Ill their splsndor. hanging rouad her neck