The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-01-08
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tried on the nsv coat Real GIk vslvs
colisrl"
Yea. and sach piece Of cloth Forty
ave dollars for tks whole thing"
"Fcrsy-avs dollani" echoed Ssm An
Jim. sdnirisgly.
Yea Eeventsea for the tailorin' an
snnmins. and SIS for the cloth. ltll 4
ns AL \ " gray.
"wbstars yes soisg 70 do With the OIL
one. pss- ssksd Jim
.'Is'sa good cost yst said Mrs. Binsls
Samll be sro~n up TO il BY two year
more"
First. rate coat. Butt was thiakipI
I,ous Of givingi u to Psrson Gr ~ Yo'
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Il spstN hew ~ spshb = NV q hi
salary"
Mn. Bissls measured With her sys hcs
much Sam would have to grow before at
ting we'll into the rosmy coat. and decidee
il migLt be At least thses years, j. th'
oeo@ (Which lIma s11ed TO The sever
d<ns sAich il 1ad t1es 6oins service oI
Sunday and great sccasisns. il might be
gia TO look old fashioned. ard Sam nigh
object to wearing il, that young gentleman
having already developed taste for cloth
ing which came reasonably near fitting
him. So it was agreed that Parson Graves
should have the old svsreoat,
Accordingly, On the next Saturday,
when the farmer and his wife were about
to drive into the country town, he asked
At the last moment:
"Now, where's that coat?"
.Blsss msr' cried Mrs. Bingle, "Ive
been so busy over that butter and eggs. II
1 didn't clean forget about It! Sally,
Sally" she ran into the house calling to
the hired girl who helped in the kitchen,
"run up TO the spare chamber and take
that oyercoAt that hangs there, and ssme
Of those cid papers that lay on the shelf.
and wrap it up we'll and bring it right to
me-"
Sally broughtIit, and the huge bundle
lay in Mrs Bingles lap as she rode.
.It's q good coat" she observed, half
regretfully, smoothing with her finger .
corner of the cloth which peeped through
hole in the paper, and again revolving
in her mind the possibility Of Sans grow
ing in two years. Sam won't bo likely to
get any ready bought coat half as good as
this"
Like as not he won I, agreed the farm
sr, "but never mind It's more blessed
to give than TO receive. you know"
The Bingle household swoks the next
morning with the impression that some
thing OF an event was impending with the
family, which impression became, with
full wakefulness. defined into tie rsmsm.
brsncs that tie new ovsrcoat IVES 70 bs
worn for the Alst tins that dsy. There
was, however no undigniaed! haste nor
triaing in the matter. The morning chores
we're done, morning prayers conducted
with the time honored lsngthiness, and
then the farmer leisurely shaved himself
y usual, at ono oi the windows Of the
titchen, before saying ID as indifferent
v6iH a. he could cemmand A#
Jim. run up stairs and get my ever
coat.
Jim went, but delayed until his mother
had put the finishing touches to the bow
in her boHnst strings, q process which was
iavaribly Interrupted by her Husband
With the remark that they would be late
for church, ,Ibsfore he was heard shouting
II can't find it.
Where are you looking?"
"In the closet in your room"
"Its in the closet ia the spare cham
ber called tho father. Another delay,
and then Jim came down stair without tho
coat. akfA tfgsE
Il tell you it's on on Of them pegs in
our closet" said Mrs. Biugle ''I'll 60
myself It's dark and he cant see; but
us there. for put it there myself."
NO. said Mr.. Bingle, calling after
her, ''it's in the spare chamber closet. !
put it there.
She was heard stepping briskly from
one room to another, then back, and then
back again. Then down stairs, when she
stood before them in silence on her face
black CONSERVATION, and on her arm m-ths
old overeoat.
i FsWAen did you put 1t there?'
II don't know. The day after it came,
] guess. The old one always hung there.
80 l took il down and hung the new one
there.
Mrs. Bingle sank into chair.
''It's gone"
Como 70 Parsen Gravear' Tbs boys
stsired epsa ueushsd unable at nrst 70 take
IN the calamity.
But you can get It again" at length
said Jim hopefully.
A.Of course" said Sam. "You can tell
Parson Graves it was all a mistake. and it
was the old coat you meant for him. and
Of courss he'll change back.
But the farmer shook his head rusfully.
mo. that won't do. Its done, and 1t
can't be undone.' hs said with groan'
''Dont one Of yon ever let on sbout it's
being mistake"
Tho family aud tbs old coat we're late at
church. thus missing the sight Of the en-
trs1ce Of the new coat, but il lay over ono
arm Of the sofa in the pulpit And Farm
o. Birgls never could recall word Of