The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1886-02-04

rsDch, and Who took tea every Sunday
evening With her
About two miles from our raYcA vsrs
three low hills. or mounds. Bsbisd ous
10 sort OF valley. hedged In By The hills
and facing The plains. vas vel eiusV
feet deep. called. regret 70 ssy .Byess
folly" Poor grandfather bed Asd ths
we'll dug. hoping to obtain The vsssr 70
irrigsts his land he could nos - aAsad
to the time when company Of eAeitalists
would intsrsect the region vith isrigst'
ing ditches. and each mans lanA could
be benefited by paying : smsll annual
water tax.
Not only was bis money sunk y ths
hole, but also large sums borrowed fssa .
Mr. Dsvideson. Of D., and 70 this nsa
our ranch vss mortgsged. ~
1 Grandfather grew gloomy and sad -
spring came on. He brightsasd mp :
little when I showed him my sseosat
book, Miss Bessie showed No how 70
koQ Il -sad ! proved 10 him se~ mnoh
meosy had made With tbs hens and The
butter; but be sighsd . moment after.
Ell hadn't . done that. how comforts.
BILE we'd 4 been. Your sich smart girl
. son more'n gal. Charley. But Davids.
SON Q hard man; dunno know as termor-
rell find us with roof to cover us, an
It's fine property too, now the irrsgatin
ditch crosses II.
He seemed TO take little interest ia the
farmwork. He would harness the horse,
pillow few furrows. and then stand in .
helpless attitude, looking toward D. Hs
would wander down to the road to ask
passers il they had letter for him, and
then would sit outside the kitchen door,
bis face on his hands. Georgie, playing
near by. would try TO comfort him in his
loving baby way.
| One day, however. man came up on
horseback. He tossed me . letter-I've
hated yellow envelopes ever since for
grandpa, who was down in the field with
his team; IL was snch q sunny March day,
1t gave him new life for his work.
could not bear to take II, so ! rut
Georges sunbonnet ON him, and pinned
the letter on bis frock. and with . big
cookie in his hand. sent him down to
"danpa."
They came back later. hand in hand.
the same old horses following. Grand
father hurried past me into his chamber,
and shut the door. His face vas ash
colored. his eyes bloodshot. / waited !
long time; feared he might be dead, 30
l raped on the door. he opened it; be
was dressed in his worn black broadcloth
suit, with his old fashioned high collar.
l remembered then it was the first time
/ had ever seen him wear . white shirt
He had an old beaver hat in bis hand. and
was absently brushing the nap with his
sleeve.
It's come dear. That I'm goin' ter
D., I'll try II hs wont wait till fall.
I'll work hard. Maybe the crops will do
summat, I'll sell tbs stock k-those old hor-
ses we're SO dear to him No ,dpp,t kiss
me, dear; it I'D break me .dowp. I've
just found out I'm = weak 0ld man. i
never felt it afors.
He staggered to the barn. followed
him.
Imaynt be back for two days or 90.
Will you be Altered?
No, said. but was. / helped him
into the wagon. He seemed dszed and
half blinded by his misfortune. oh, II
I could help himl ! did the work faith
fully when he WAS gone, driving the
cows and milking them. and taking care
Of the house and George sDd the poul'
try.
The next day band OF Indians ten or
twelve--rode up to the cabin. ! W.
frightened, but met them as cody as il !
had plenty 10 protect me. George, IN
wild alarm. hid under the bed. The IN
dians seemed kind, and ouly wanted .
drink Of milk. There were fost squaHs
among them. with kind, bright ,eyes; ons
gave me necklace OF beads Us they rode
of.
Shortly aftefward Mr.. Little, aod Tom
Tray rode mp in haste. their horses white
\ foam.
Il ne! sbontsd Mr.. Little, as he came
DeS I'M Is she here2 Have you
yer the
ecu her - -, ~
sppeDed' ...a ..,,oo,
She went to ride
nd hasn't returned yet, 80
zen. We hoped she was
She hasn't been. -. ~s.
They looked white and sca :.
little seemed to have grown as.
lsht. III
There WAS band Of Indians here. g. ~
ray; they may have taken her. VI
l told them Of tho Indians visit, and :,
fought II improbable, - they seemed 10
indy disposed; bet they rode oG follow :,
e the trail !,
That night was more dreadful than The {,
rst, and tho dog seemed ffenzisd over 4,
10 csyotes Who yelled till norelsg, and =
cried myself into Mysteries and fright =.
sed poor little George. Who sat up 10
ID and screamed the ''kiyos we're eating r.
p his dirl." he always called Miss Bss- u
9 his "dirl' a
The next morning number Of people
Ime up; they we're hunting fos Miss q
essie. The whole peighborhood vss u
,arched.
! could not leave home. but 0eoesis a,
ID walked over the ranch, looked 10 ar
rery hoIa and = istfuflv acroaA tho nlains =.