The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-07-02

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staircase 10 The brown little farm house
that sftseposu. dnsssd 10 white muslin
Idsso strssn Ill over With tiny rcssbuds
I and frssh lace frill around her neck tied
With . pink ribbon. vbile her pretty feet
vsrs battossd into pair Of boots vith
high Preach hssla .sad her hair ~
eurlsd IL looss, siosy coils Of shisisg
bsoasA
'Ehi" said 0sasy nsassy. looking sp
from hsr svsrlazsisg Knitting vsrk over
which shs vas half aslsep. going 70
church hsy,"
III isn't Sunday. grandma, explained
The girl laughing and coloring. I'm going
to the tower 70 80 Miss Calhoun. She
has ofiss invited me there -shs and Miss
ball"
"Pshaw~ sAid Granny Ramsay. Who
ww oas Of thoss vsasrabls people priv
ilsgsl 70 speak thsir minds on I'll cccss-
las: 'vhat do ths Ans eity lsaiss y the
Tower vaas Of isrnss's daughter Ike
yoai"
sBsk grandma, they invited me-"
'Is rsninds NJ. !" said grAndms shrsvd.
y. .'of shs story Of the iron pot and The
ehino pot swimning down stream togsth-
I~. I'D they doa't noviss sait'
Reshsl SAID no nom, bnt ssoapsd into
Tie sbsdy lane. where The msplss we're
bssinniag 70 turn pale yellow 10 tho hrss
September fsosts.
"Grandma 10 always criticising every
body" she thought Il know the ladies
q tho tower will BE- glad 10 see me. Miss
Alice wants 70 sketch my head for 'Euline,
and Miss Bell asked me 10 sing duets With
her. She said / had voice like . lark.
And perhaps Harold Haroldson will be
thsrel For know be often visits the
houss."
Aud Rachel smiled a she crossed tho
rustic bridge and vent through the woods
10 tho tower, . fsntaseic wooden cottage
with semi-circls 'front.' which was let
for the summer, The owner thereof prefer.
ring 70 live ia ! square brick structure in
the village"
The little side door was open and Ra-
ohel went 10. From the loft Of the pas
sage way there was door that opened in
TO the kitchen, and there TO her infinite
amazement, she saw Miss Alice Calhoun
herself, in an esthetic dress Of pale sage
green and roses 10 her hair contemplating
pair Of dscspitated fowls winch lay on
the table.
Miss AlicsI' she exclaimed.
"L that you, Rachsls' cried the city
young lady, pouncing down on her - .
drowning man pounces on the nearest
floating straw. ''Oh. never was 20 glad
70 80 anybody in oil my life! These hor.
rid hsnsl Bridget hes gone away in u
| ssee hecaass found fault With The cof-
| - this norning. and wshsPs conpaDy n
dIansr md 4 tavsa't IN tan hsw - ~
~ fsalhsrs a. these crsstufss, But nov
that you are here everything will BE- oil
right"
Il shs took of the big apron with .
R.chsl ,oo perplsxcd. She had come
.h.- 80 the role OF the kitchen
'Is.s Io' 2 eOacs = Calhoun. 10 sit in
hsr drawing room and en,.. =. 49,. .,...
tion Of her gusslszaad she die ~ a.
y relish this sudakry dismissa.
kitchen.
There i soup STOCK" went on Miss
Alice. ''And salad. and delicate piece
Of balibut. and with the fowls roasted.
and : pie or puddips. Or some something
vlish ! dare ~ you ssn make. we will
Do nicely. I'm particularly anxious about
Ihs dinner because W are 70 have com-
psny. You'll sxeuss me now. because I ,
have 10 drsss." I,
And away tripod Mis- Alies sslash ,
Asd smiling = ever Queen Cleopatra her
Dslf.
Poor Rachsli She stood minute 10 TIE
bot Kitchen, The tears sprinsing 10 her
'yss. pAng Of disappointment at hsr ,
heart She knew oil abont II. Hsroidson
md Mr. Dallas we're 70 dine there that ,
lay. and sbs-was to be cook. waitress.
nsid Of al work vLst signiaed Il what
Tho called heaself. She remembered what .
grandma had said. and for once 10 her life
pave that venerable old lady credit for
There was no help for 1t. however She
ied on the bib apron. tucked the curls /
'ack Of her esrs, and went TO work TO pre-
'are the chickens for the roasting pan.
nd then psusing to brush away the round. !
right tears which rolled down her cheeks.
These Young ladies' evidently intended /,
o make her useful. She might hare
Inoun that they did before hand. She ,
ould hearthe soft sound OF Bell Calhoun's
|uitar; the sweet snbdued tinkle 81 Alice's i
Aughter, tbe deep mopotonous undercur.
snt . gentleman oicc; aud then she !.
'lanced down q her pretty muslin dress
nd bows Of piak ribbon, and began to
blink that Miss Calhoun bad taken IN un- .
air advautAgs Of her. /,
II she could only have heard the rapid
I'd energetic colIoqsy which transpired
'stvsaa The two sisten is their dressing
oou. whom Alice 6st csns ~ stairs. shs
'ould perhaps have oomPrehended the I
rift Of things. Ii
Good nevsl" Aiss Calhoun bad cried.
'sviag her scented handkerchief IL ths
IT, I've col girl 10 tbs Kitchen
''Nor said Miai Bell, : fair haired.
rsAn eonplsxisssA dapssi. VIII pale
iss eya ssd psrpstsal sails.
Racial Rsossy esns up here IL hsr
~ bib spd tueksr 70 spsnd ~ day. OF !.