The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1884-10-23

him and ia fact there didnt sesm 10 be
nothing vs could do"
well" continued she, finding that his
wandering thoughis bad come back again,
"whsn the blood comes that ~sy, aud Ia
bright red like that. you mast do some
thing at once. You must pat your force
on knot a. | did, between the wound and
the heart AAd while knotted bandage
is getting ready you must hold the limb
up as high as you can. That will check
the blood. forgot that all the time"
Il never did see the beatl" answered
John, his limited vocabulary allowing no
more elegant phraseology ia which 10 sI-
press his wonder and admiration.
Sarah was moving on when John called
after her saying;
Say, sis, it is q shamel but those
nun b heads went 10 work and tore that
pooty muslin thing Of yours oil 10 pieces,
thinking because you asked FOR one band
age you would want 20 more. Missus
Wait VAS dreadful sorry. She said II
there had been enossh isis for an apron y
would net have been so bad"
Sarah laughed aud vent on, smoothing
down dusty alpaca ovsrskirt-sn old one
Of Jennie's cnt down.
A few days after, tho Earle family were
all in the kitchen At tea, when knock
came at tho front door. Hattie went TO
the door and returned directly with q
package 10 her hand. reading the outside
wrapper in rather disgusted tone, as she
walked in
"To the little girl who learns her les.
sons at school so we'll"
"Susie, Of course" said Sarah, with q
lofty air, for Hattie had looked at her,
while Susie was aged six.
II don't know why it mayn't mean
you," retorted Hattie. ''It looks like
Squire Waits hand writing though little
shaky"
Sarah had half mind not to take the
proffered bundle. As she took off the
newspaper wrapper, she saw note slip
ped under the string Of brown paper
parcel, from some city store, as was evi.
dent by the advertisement The note was
directed to "Miss Sarah Earle" and read
as follows;
DEAR SARAH,-I was dreadfully sorry
you,lost your overskirt and the squire was,
too, and said you shouldn't lose nothing
by it. So l went to tho city, and went
around till was nearly tired to death and
my head was all of daze. Finally |
went into the incest looking store, and the
one recommended the highest, and was
showed the proper clerk for such thingc,
and said to him in despairing way,
expect: Show me the gentselest, hand
soonest and most suitable dress for young
lady Of fifteen years He asked were you
dark or blonde9
''5ays !, 'Middline, with rosy cheek, q
bright eye and such leok As you might
guess girl to have that tore her bran new
overskirt all to pieces, to stop my husband
from bleeding to death. can tell you
the folks near by was Interested to hear al
about it; and one gentleman gave me the
book You find iuclosed with his respects.
"The end of it was that the head of the
store came up and sold me the dress very
reasonable, and leave TO change il you
don't like it, and likewise put in piece Of
muslin for school overskirt, as near like
yours as any could see, free
"With my earnest hopes that you will
make as good woman as girl, l remain,
your humble servant, NJ. +. WAR;
Sarah had read the note out loud at the
eager request Of the family; but it had
been hard work for her, and now she
burst into tears, and was running off with
out even looking at her treasures, when
her father called out cheerfully:
"Come. Sadie let us see what the squire's
wife has bought for youl always
thought she was close woman. and !
guess it is pink calico"
"How can you talk 50, fathsr2' ssksd
Sarah Indignantly. But she did dry her
tears, and opened the dry goods parcel,
nevertheless.
There was chorus OF "oh!' and 'splen.
didl' when q piece Of silver summer silk
was unrolled.
"Enough.' said Hattie. ''for whole
suit, and you deserve it, Sadie, lam very
glad you have got it,.
"That is organdy muslin and very fine, "
remarked Jennie, as the muslin came into
view.
The book proved to be pocket edition
OF Whittier. She said softly, as she took
it in her hand:
This is the best Of ell. because can
always keep it,
Miss Sarah Earle.
A token OF admiration for her noble con
duct.
JoHS BREwsTER.
II was from one she never knew, or was
never likely to see; yet it was oil the mors
delightful 10 think thst. to one person in
the world. she would always seem noble.
Her soul thrilled at the thought.
As she rose to carry away her precious
treasures, her father spoke far more gent
ly than he was wont to do;
"The best Of all, think, is that you did
it without thought Of reward"
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An Obstinats Voter.