The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-01-15

fragrant with flowers. and decorated with
| gilt bird cages. water sketches and Ken.
sington snbrsidsry.
Dor rspsstsd hsr husband. Who VA
intsst in clipping Of the ssd Of cigar
% that il would draw satisfactorily.
There is but one thing to do o-lst them
come"
"At snoeG"
"Ys. 1t once.
"And With enly oss girl and the thsr.
monster 900 in the shade, and painters
in possession OF the third story"
Aud Pretty Mary Haven sobbed hystsr-
isally.
Couldn't be better combination Of
circumstances, my dear.
| II don't believe there people care .
straw shout me-"
Neither do !, replied her husband,
laughing.
sits only on account Of their conven.
iencs, the hot weather and the high prices
At the hotels. added Mrs Haven. Hugh,
do you know that have great mind to
commit suicide?"
Don't do that my dear" said Mr..
Haven, II can suggest better way. /
was thinking"
"0f telegraphing to the city for new
force OF servants, box Of provisions
from Minards and half dozen cots with
hair mattresses to mstch?" eagerly inter-
rupted his wife.
"Nothing Of the sort. said Mr.. Haven,
serenely eyeing the distant landscape
through the amethyst Of cigar smoke.
"0f moving
Moving, Hugh?"
"To the little cottage by the lake. Mr..
Haven explained. "Only few days,
merely on account Of the repairs Of the
house. Paint upssts my digestion and
the sound Of the carpenters hammer sets
my teeth on edge Besides Hodge. the
contractor. can work faster il We were out
Of the way"
"I,ut, Hugh, that cottage is nothing
but camping out place, with board floors
and not = particle Of plaster or paint about
it" demonstrated Mrs Haven.
"What Of that, my love-" said the i'm.
Psrturbablo husbssd. "Ous friAads Asa't
come. As / take il, to admire fresco or gild
ing but to enjoy our society"
They'll think we live there always"
replied Mrs. Haven, with corrugated
brow.
THAT is precisely what wish them to
think, my dear"
"0hw said his wife
you follow my meaning?'
II Think begin to, (" she said, with
an amused light sparkling in her eyes
eyes, dear; perhaps it would be good
plan TO move-just while tho repairs are
progressing.
The cottage by Michigan lake vas mot
~ imposing editics. There WAS plenty Of
room, such as it was, but the floors were
Of rude pine boards, the windows were
undrsped and the furniture was such ~
was adapted merely TO the wants Of camp
ing parties who were prepared to rough i
after the most primitive fashion. and when
Mrs. Zeleims Mantague Prout drove up to
the door IN wagon heavily laden with
trunks, she stared through her eye glasses
in most ridiculous manner at the rude
porch OF shingles supported by ruds
posts mantled in their native bark, the
windows and unpainted wood.
en- ssttees on the grass.
"This isn't the place. said she, drive
on, msn. You must have surely made
mistake"
This 'ere's W here Lawyer Haven's folks
live said the man leisurely chewing a
straw.
II thought it was picturesque cottage.
said Mrs. Frout in accents Of the kesnest
At this moment Mrs. Haven came to the
door saying. graciously:
II think you must be my husbands sis
ter, ZelsimA. DO coma in.
Bat where are my trunks to goy" said
The fashionable widow, who had dazzled
The Saratoga world with numerous changes
of toilet daring the past fortnight"
You can put them in the shed at the
back Of the barn. said Mrs. Haven. Il
dent think they will go up the stairway"
Mr. HAller arrived later in the day; .
lsng haired. ssllov somplexioned young
nan in . violet velvoteen suit. followed
by man carrying his portable easel.
color cases. travelling library. and writing
desk. He knscked loudly at the door Of
The cottage with the ivory knob Of bis
rane.
Gan you tall me whore Mr. Haven
Iivesy'
This is the place. answered The host
ess, pleasantly.
This" echoed Hallsr.
"Yos srs eousin Herbert. l suppose.
Walk in. Ny husband will esme in on