The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-01-29

gFeSn colas hhvGoty eno F~~s Pss"~Fs
refusing to cast evsa snils across The
vast scsisl gall ysvniag bst~ssa them.
Oss mcroing hs had bsss absent few
DAYS on buainsss he ressrsed 10 fiud >
difacoit piece Of machinery about 10 bs
adjusted in one Of The mills. which ns-
quirea his supsriassadsacs. Directing
the men he saw that mot only his eye, but
his hAnd, could do bsttsT work than the
stLers. and %. ssixisg vorkisgnAn's >
blouse that vss hanging ssar. BE- sliPPsd
Il on. ssd in ansthsr mensai had bis
shoulder 10 the vhssl.
A half hsur later. soilsd asd bsgrimmsd,
hs heard the rustle Of silksn dress, and
tho silvery ripple of wenAa's laugh.
He glanced up carelsssly.
gay party vas passing Aspugh the
mill. With one smosg them seeming .
princess surrounded by her fellows. The
gold still Hecksd her hair. and the dark
lashes still swept the cheek q purest
ivory. Tins had but mape her more
beautiful
She glanced idly. indineFeotly. amons
the little group Of nsn, sf which hs
formed one.
II see no enc her recognize. she said
in the old swsst voice. and passed on.
She bad como homo during bic absence.
He had seen her. The seven years wait
ing we're over. What had they brought'
Z The machinery clipped into its place,
but Alex Vernon. with palIor on his face,
went out silsntly from tbs mills. Not a.
once before, to Hnd relief IN tears. He
was man now. He only knew that bit
ter disappointment, to which be could
give no name, had overtaksn him.
Far out into the open country be walked
with great strides. knowing neither fatigue
nor consciousness that it was unnatural
that he should not tire
Suddenly, on the road behind him. he
heard tho clatter Of horses hoofs. He
stepped aside for it to pass, but the rider
drew rein at his side.
ut is Alex" said sweet voice quite
near him, IL know that / am not mis-
taken"
And, as in dream. he saw held out to
him tiny, gauntlsted hand.
He looked at his own. Not even had
he washed away the traces Of his recent
toll. He would soil by his touch even her
glove. although the fair whiteness Of her
skin was thereby protected.
She saw his hesitation. and drew back.
Am wrong?. she questioned. In lit
tie surprised. Il thought you would be
glad to see me-"
Pardon me, he answered. my HANDS
are stained"
"Oh!" she said.
Then, after moments pause, she add
ed:
"When you have washed them clean
come to see me"
And, touchisg her hsrse with her silver
handled whip, she dashed past him out Of
sight.
The next week he was invited to dine
at hr fathers table. Mr. Hawthorne
would accept no exsuse.
1T is III our ceuntry an honor to be a
self made mau | have no guests Of whom
| shall be more proud"
But when he entered the elegantly ap-
pointed drawing rooms, Miss Hawthorne
simply gave him courteos nod Of resog-
milton and made no effort to approach
him.
Once or twice during the meal he found
her eyes fastened on bis face. as he was
drawn to speak on this or that topic as it
was presented, while enc and another
mingled in the discussion. referring to his
opinions as to those Of man who under.
stood himself.
The ice was broken, be met her often,
but never once had their hands touched.
He was admitted even into her circle
now. He went only that he might see
her and listen to her voice.
With her be never forgot the cold night,
the driving snow, the senseleas. inaninate
form she had 6rough back to life, and
light aud CONSEQUENCES
He gave no name either TO his pain or
bis exquisit happiness Of being ncar her,
he was in the mmlstronI: let il hull him
where il would
The SUMMER came and on its wings il
brought the whisper that Miss Hawthorne
was to bs married IN the autumn.
The day he heard il he went ont, as once
before. To walk oil the paug that made his
former pain seem nothing
Was it fate thst, as he turned into a
path leading through the woods, be des-
cried the slight. graceful form he knew
but too we'll?
She was coming toward him.
In another moment they must meet, bui
even in that minute something came be
tween them.
There was sudden rultliug Of the
bushes. He hoard low cry from her
lips as large dog sprang on TO the path.
his blood shot eyes and frothing lips be-
trsying bis madness. The creature sprsng
toward her. but the man was quicker.
He had thrown himself between them,
and grasped the dog 6rmly by the throat.
Run for your life" he raid, feeling his
strength could not last long against such
odds: but to his utter amusement she
stood still.
"You would not die for me?' she said
coolly.
Then he remembered that in Lis pocket
was pistol he had carried for protection
when at night he had been entrusted with