The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1888-09-27
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"a farm seventy scrsl All oar osn
Il thee ssre pssssnee. ihs, thee isn'
dr.smiDg y
Liuls Patience Plnmb sinked he
bright blae eyes sssip and sgsio. 70 max
sare thu, she cas- esr,siaIy and undoabi,
e5ly swsks
Emo. Aant Ra,h." ss,i .he, Il an NC
drasming Rsaj lhe letter ior ihyseli.
Aad Aaai Ruth. setting bsr specisclel
across tie bridge 81 her nose. took ih'
folded paper from Pstieecr's band snt
slosly spelled ont the words which. heard
from other lips, bad such = hbnlou'
souad.
Yes, it sas true. Guarded sboat with
legal phrases. there vas tho intelligence
that she, Raih Plumb. ~bo woye rae
carpets for livelihood aad contentedl,
sis nnsh aud milk when she could mol
get bsef and potatoes. vas landed pro-
pristress nov Of farm mp 10 Rhode L.
land which bad belonged 70 one Ezra Nut
ting. third or iourth oousin, whom shs
hsd never seen.
Little Patience looked eagerly at tbs
elder woman.
Aunt Ruth," said she, '.isnt thee GO
ing out 10 see it '--and msyn't go with
thee 2"
Thee may 60 with me. little Pay.
said Miss Plumb. smiling; "but ms for 60.
ing out TO see 1t railway journeys cost
money, aud when we go we shall stay"
Miss Plumb looked psthetically around
the little chamber, whose one window was
bedim med by = monster back wall
II have always longed for country
home, Pay she said. Thee has always
lived in the city; thee does not know how
. person feels who has once stood on the
bills and heard the free wind roaring
through the pine trees"
80 the loom WAS stopped and the little
cupboard door locked, and the two women
vent TO Nsbasset, near which rocky pro-
monotry. on the edge Of the Sound, was
situated the Nutting estate. Not much OF
an estate after all A queer little brown
house, like discolorsd mushrooms hud
die OF barns, and . stone cellar hewn into
the rocky side Of beetling hill, in which
we're arranged rows Of barrels on a sort Of
stone shelf.
Miss Plumb peered inquiringly At these
barrels, as, escorted by David Lorn, q
handsome, sunburned giant who occupied
the next farm. she went over the property
for the first time.
"Whst are these, Friend David ?" she
asked little doubtfully.
"Guess likely they're cider" said David
Lorn. "Old Nuttiug, he made the best
cider for twenty miles around"
"Cider r repeated Miss Plumb.
Didn't you know that this was fa.
nous cider farm ?" said David. "Didnt
ysu see the orchards Of apple trees up on
the hill r
"Yes, 1 saw them" said Miss Plumb,
"but did not realize their meaning. ]
think, Friend David. thee may pull out
the corks"--
"Bungs, We call EN-" gently corrected
Lorn.
"Bungs. il thee prefers that title. and
let the baleful fluid flow away. lam
prejudiced with an exceeding prejudice
lyaiust intoxicating liquors"
There amt no harm in cider. protest.
81 David Lorn.
Touch not, taste not. handle not, said
Miss Plumb. firmly. "As to the apple
orchard, it is not for me to criticise the
Kindly fruits Of the earth, but could
wish that they had been pasture fields or
potasoe patches or something less deleter
Gus than they are" She walked quietly
IN. David Lorn WAS opening his mouth
% demonstrate. when Patience gently
leckoutu uim W ucelbt
MY Grandfather Plumb died OF delir
um tremens." she whispered. Aunt
Ruth eau not forget that. Thee will have
% let her have her own way"
David Lorn whistled low whistle.
But anyhow" said be, "there'll be
leAl Of good vinegar lost il this runs TO
taste. Issy, Miss Plumb
II would prefer thee to call me Friend
l llth.' said the old lady, mildly.
1T sounds pretty familiar, doesn't it p
'ppreheasively observed David. But II
'ou say so. so it shall be. say Friend
Bath, il I'll 60 bail this ere shant none Of
be used for nothing but vinegar to be
old by the gallon. would you let me have
at market prico? It's . wicked sin to
rsste the Lords good gifts.
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