The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1886-04-15
a nrAH ADVANTAGE.

A sunny bead. almost hidden by white
staw bat, vas thrust into the open win.
dow o. the psrlor Of DIR. Prichsrd. large
brick building planted in the vicinity oi
newly discovered mineral spring, and :
voice laughed
Shane on you. ladies', for sitting 10 she
house on such lovely May morningl
Just look Al my beaniies' displaying q
pretty 10Y d a basket. in which nestled
rosy verbeDas, big blue viole.s, and the
wary bells o. the wild hyscinth. in charm
ing confusion or profusion. Take that
for your want OF tastel
And she threw hAndful Of flowers into
the room, aud sped away with . saucy
laugh.
Oh, that NORA sighed Mrs. Drapier,
languid widow. in . blue cashmere
wrapper. al cream-colored lace and en-
broidery.
She is . combination Of exclamation
points and boisterousness, commented
Miss Efiie Morton, who herself was com
bination Of die away prettness and jeai
Gus disposition, as she spitefully hickered
away one Of Noras violets that had fall
en- on her dress. And such hoyden as
she is.
Such contrast TO her father! mourned
Mrs. DRAPER. who was more than suspec-
ted Of having designs on the heart and
hand OF Mr.. Carston, the millionaire wid-
over. who, for his imagined and mutifar-
ious ailments, was staying at DR. Pritchard's .
with his pretty daughter, Nora.
| Yes, she is contrast, assented Miss
Earle, an heiress, and brunette beauty,
looking up from the cardinal silk purse
she was beading. Mr.. Carston is an old
granny. and Nera is as sweet as rose,
and as pretty as picture, and full TO the
finger-tips OF vigorous life. The trouble
is, you are all jealous Of herl
The ideal shifted the ladies'. in stimuli
| taneous scorn.
wonder what Doctor Brascombe viii
think Of Nora? He has finished attending
those medical lectures at st. Thomas, and
will be back this evening to enter into
partnership with Doctor pritchard, added
Miss Earl quietly.
fancy he won't waste many thoughts
on her. lie has often said that he admires
womanly women, simpered Miss Morton,
who fancied herself "womanly woman,
and consequently the handsome young
doctors ideal on the strength Of her utter
ineilectnalness and why clinging to mas
culinity.
fancy be will get enough Of her to-
| night. She is to sing in the concert we
got up to celebrate Doctor Pritchard's
birthday. We had to ask her yen know.
I've never heard her sing, except in
hymns on Sundays and at prayer, but I
suppose she'll give us "An Awful Little
Scrub. or something Of that sort, said
Mrs DRAPER.
Miss Earle smiled. She had heard Nora
sing.
Now prepare 70 be astonished. Uttered
Miss Morton, behind her blue ostrich
feather fan, to Doctor Branscombe as
she pointed out on the satin programme
the aunouncement-'S by Miss Grams
ton"
Asudden CLEAN OF admiration shot into
Allan's dark eyes as an aurora in rose and
silver came lightly and swiftly to the front
Of the improvised stage
A tomboy!--thisl lovely girl with the
arch perfection OF her face lit by laugh
ing, topaz eye, and a shapely "little head
running over with curls' Of glittering
gold.
She clasped her dimpled hands lightly
in front Of her, and the silver bangles on
her round wrists clicked sweet.noted little
overture as she began her song.
1t was one OF those which have sung
their way down the centuries from the
time OF Shakespeare. As she finished the
concluding line:
ITO bid my love good morrow,
Sing, birds, in every furrow.
She began to tune her merry note unto
the sweet birds throat. and q mad, music
cal medley twittered. thrilled and warbled
through the room, as if all the BIRDS the
poet had mentioned in his song we're
swinging on bossoming sprays and
fairly outdoing themselves in their ef-
forts TO bid this love the sweetest OF good
morrows.
What an exhibition / told you she
would sstonish you, whispered Miss Nor
ton, in the pause that followed the raptur.
Gus encore.
lam sstonished! had expected nothing
like this. assented Allan, with q quizzical
twinkle in his handsome eyes.
Iknew you disapproved OF those bold
girls. who lay themselves out to gain ad-
mirstion--so far-so very far from ones
idea Of womanly womsnl cooed Miss
Morton. pluning her frizzly, fashionable
little heal.
Can't she see, mused Allan in wonder,
that any mans idea Of q womsnly woman
is one who is full OF sweetness, bright
ness aud FIRE. like Miss Carston, instead
Of an envions little Parisn image like
her3lfr
Bat ''none 30 blind a. those who won't
seel' and Efie Morton's sleep vas sweet
ened that night by ihe thought that one
more link was forged in the chain that
bound Allan 10 her. while AllAn's dreams
were all Of Nora. II
Love is the one mirAcle.worker yet
alive; it vas not long before Allsn's heart. 4
that till now bad never throbbed faster for
. womsns sake. vas irrevocably In NorA's
keeping. Ii