The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-01-08

NJ Graves cans sst ef ~ 04nseh doer
saa lia ~ q nrsa ssiss - syss = y
listened 70 shs rsnarks periss sroant
among shs bystssdsrs.
s'Blssa nsl What dee hekiag isllov
our psssss is asyvsyl Wasss - ssrti
did hs sst that sssa,"
@llnss hsvs hsd fortuae 4 hin"
NJ. BiseIs ssull sot halp Ssslins thai
The So had bssa veil beslgusd. = IL
vsarer cane V nsss hin ~ sutsirstsh.
"a hands and lev quist theush very
earnest vords u Askss suist Dansat Of his
gift. The cest had Astsd - lsrnsr veil.
but there ~ ssnslhias asss than ths
mere filling sut 81 coed ciSth n tho mia-
ister's digniasd bsAring. aad ID the schol.
srly face above IL. ssmsthiux vhioh stirred
up issiisg in many nsaisss Of The con.
grsgstioa that this ssrvAut Of the Lord
had no. hitherto bean sldhsd iu ; fashion
worthy Of his high oiiica,
'erhat'sa shabby old Aat to wear With
n. saii ess1sf ~ sillAgs starsksspsss.
'sI'il 80 about that before another Sunday
comes round."
Az Mr.. Bingls felt the grasp Of the
pastors hand. be began almost 70 be glad
he Lad given the cost; and than. as the
fact Of bis having given il vas whispered
about, 70 feel ashamed Of receiving 50
much credit for an act which he never
would have thought Of performing. For
an honest. and really warm nature lay
underneath the crust Of parsimsnisus
ssl6shasss which had hardened over his
heart. as il has. alas! over 30 many which
might overflow with deeds Of kindness to
bless those who had given not grudging-
ly, but their whole selves to the Masters
service.
Il feel like liar, yes I dol" said Mr..
Bingls to his wife. with an energy which
startled her. rs they rode home. ITO
haye that man shakin' me BY theI hand.
and talking about my generosity. aud his
wife's eyes beamin' up at me, aud me not
able to right and toll EN- Ina grudgins,
tight-fstsd old--I tell you whatlD-hs
gave his horses such vigorous cut with
the whip that Jim and Sam on the back
less seat Of tho bob sleigh, nearly went
over backward into the snow--"Tve got
to get even with myself somehow, but /
don't know how just yet
1t was astonishing what commotion
Farmer Binglss gift created in the parish.
Not one eye had failed to mark the justice
done by Mr.. Graves goodly figure to the
goodly garment, and with an awakening
pride at the possession Of such 6no look.
ing pastor came desire to see HIM thor
oughly we'll equipped. THIS desire found
Of the parsonage as had never
before been dreamed of Chssp goods
and cast offs were ignored in the generous
supply Of winter comforts which each Civ.
sr made sure should be in keeping with
the new ovsrsoat; and the wives aud
melhsrs had seen to 1t that Mrs. Graves
aud the children should look fit to walk
by the side Of that tAilor-made-up piece
Of cloth.
Mr.. Bingle had smiled with light in
his eyes, which came up from somewhere
under that broken coast, ct the set Of furs
which his wife carried to Mrs. Graves that
night But in the early gray Of the win.
ter morning after. be. with Sans help,
quietly unloaded ia the back yard Of tbs
parsonage firkin Of butter. the same Of
lard and six barrels Of spples, packed for
market.
"a good S45 worth II hsd cartsd it .
half mile farther" he said to his wife
with face that shone as he sat down to
breakfast.
and not ssul heard u.s." said Sam.
rubbing lis hands in great glee. swish
could see EN- when they End it out
"Now, I'm even" said the farmer.
And I'm blamed il it wasn't tbs best
days work ever did when gave away
that coat BY mistake"
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