The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1885-04-16

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Nrs. xsdkolson Vas standing in duhi
ous attitude. Silh Tbs study door half opss
and her eyes turning from the quiet hsur'
1 10 tks arm chair BY the table TO another
open door in the passage behind her
through vhieh she ooald sss . noon O
sunsAias. aad 3 The susshine cradle
II dsat fssl quits saay." she said; u
am 20 afraid II abe sLouid cry and no ons
bear her. I vish had not lot nurss 90
I ont: bst III yos have 70 do, coming into
the room and Speaking impressively. ''all
you have 10 do Il 70 ring the bell violently
violently. rsnenber for cook. For
heavens sake. John. leaning on the table
sad stretching out pretty hand 10 ai-
essct her husbands attention, ''look up.
srAasssr me. Or you viii drive me mad.
What u il all about. AgstAys"
The calm. plaosd. intslligsut fAAs oppo.
- - liftsi gently, and the thih ssgsr
vas slippsd on page TO mark pause.
III IL baby. John. said Mrs Nicholsos
ia faltsssag voice, and with idle. angry
tear rolling down her cheeks. Here
have !. ~ ~ iat tsn minutes. been bsg'
ging asd iasplseing Of you to remember
baby; MOTTO ssrss bsr--I wouldn't trust
you bat only to Gng the bell II she
should cry
Does that stop hers Il seems simple
enough. l think sven d.o<n do that.
But Mrs. Nicholson shsok her hesd.
still weeping.
"You may laugh II me or suoer II you
like. II 1t were my own baby q would
Say nothing. would bear It; but EHma'sl'
With patient sigh the gentleman At
the writing table pushed the book away
| and lost the place. He looked At her il .
bewiIdersd way.
"What is it. Agatha A baby? Oh.
EmmA's baby, Of course"
"Apd not ope-half. one. .hundredth part,
one-thonsandth part as valuable in your
eyes" broke in Agatha. with impetuosity.
"As the smallest, the most unknown. the
most undiscovered starl You need not
tell me; 1 know IT,
"Of course, frowning gently, ''every-
one knows that star, however small
stars are not famous according TO their
size. my dear-is Of infinitely more value
than one hair OF baby's head. / mean
speaking from the entirely scientific point
Of view; but ~ you were saying-you
we're saying, wereyou not little doubt
fully something shout that unfortunate
babs Of Emmas9"
Mrs. Nicholson had dried her eyes. and
was confronting him in all the cool splen-
dor Of her pretty summer dress. and with
the calm determination Of woman who
bas made up her mind.
"Yes. was," she said; ''only, once for
ell, John, II you call it babe, / will leave
your house at once. and never. never como
back; and il You call it unfortunate, I
shall take That hateful manuscript with
me aud burn it At The Kitchen 6re. II II
we're yours, with impassionate irony
'sit might indeed. be described Us unfor-
tunate; but Charles is the best OF dathcEs,
and We has always bcen the best Of hns
bASas."
Yes. yes. Of course. my dear. / said
nothing sgainst Charles; did not know
we were talking about him. We can fn-
ish him up tonight. "cheerfully. III that
Is ell. you had better go out now, while it
is fne." turning bis eyes to the dazzling
sunlight for m instant and then back to
his blotted page "You can tell me about
Charles, you know. when you come in.
The best Of husbandsl don't know
much about them, fear, but ! know .
little about the best Of wives"
He rose and laid his hand on the long.
slender. soft. gray glove that was lesning
With determination on his neat manuscript
Tho gray glove closed around his hand
gently. and clnng 10 him almost as II IL
were 10th TO leave tho thin. worn fingers;
bat be pstted II gently and laid it aside.
Mrs. Nicholson gave sigh. but when she
spoke again she spoke with less determi-
nation and more pleading.
III is not Charles, indeed, II Is not; it is
the baby Nurse has gone out, and have
put her cradb in the morning room BY the
window. John" suddenly. "are you lis I
tening? What did / say last?"
"The morning room, Agatha.
well" with a sigh Of relief. Il see
you are taking il in aud forgetting those
horribls stars, and how you can compare
star to baby, parentheticaily. "is past
| me
81 am Eure l never did. he said gently.
well. don't interrupt me, John. or I
shall never get out Whist was I syiug? |
Oh, baby u Ia the morning room, and il
she cries. makes one sound -you are to
ring yonr bell this bell, John for cook
do you understand"
Yes. I believe ! do. ! am to ring the
bell this bell for cook.
"Oh. | hope you will. after pause
sYAssy.' her eyes filling with tears again.
" she crisd. end no one heard herr Oh.
sshn, yop viii not depeiss me? You will
-ssd--rinsp
NY <ssf," speaking With some dignity.
- Dof nttsriy destitute Of COM
n'.'y - " cspmpn sense. have
mon namA eere, Y pointing 10 tho
Work books Il Tstersncs
naanscript and the .,h..T ssrna.s.
hespel al around him; ~