The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1889-11-21

ed shesd and advancing toward bin ih
.ell.kbown outline Of The old gray mar
} surmOunsed by the por,ly figure OF Dca
con Suiffn.
Geod evenin acakipl be called on
refining mp his old horse so as TO have
chat. I've been up 10 your farm todsy
|, do admire 10 talk to Miss Peiiigrew
Shed make her fortune in business.
oh Jerusslcml calculated Lisha. ly
forgot III
j Forgot ~bsl7 asked Tom.
Why she asked me to get new Britain
MIA teapot in town today. and il hahn
come into my head till this minute,
j Shot exclaimed Tenn. What pity.
j She'll be dreadful put out, pursuet
Lishs. medi,stively' Ef twasn't so lat
Id go back for the blamed thing
| Dsakin. drawled Tom again. msbby
kin belp ye. I've got an article here o
the description ye mention, but perhspi
it's more costly than yed like to inves,
| In.
! Lets see Il, demanded Lisha.
Tom unwrspped the brightly secured
teapot from out the old coat and held il
up at arms length.
Therel Ye cant get the right effect on
it now; it's too dark to see its beauties. ]
hate to part with such work OF art That's
why amt sold it sfore now.
Why, | swan exclaimed the deacon,
Ell it amt the livin' picture OF aourn when
it was new. That wus one OF the iust
things me and Miss Sniifin bought when
We was married. What do ye ask for this
one?
Twelve shilins TO pence is givin' it
away, answered Tom; but Miss Pettigrew
is such genus that rather than hev her
disappointed let it go for them surpris
ing figures.
Fudge. Tom Beveyl Do ye think I've
been winnin' prize ticket 10 lottery?
didn't pay more'n ten shillin's for aourn
when II wer new.
That, put in Tom, was least ways ten
years ago. This ware hez riz in price
steady ever since. It's so rare now that
only folks ez is some pumpkins kin afford
to buy it. or course. ef ye don't mind
dissppointin' Miss Pettigrew, it's all the
same to me. ! hear she is eoin away soon
any how. and be started to wrap it up
again.
Look here, said Lisha, I'll give ye ten
shilliu's for it, and not another penny.
What do ye say?
WAL, wot's done for deakin is DON e
for the church, l suppose, speculateI Tom
so I'll let it go. But Miss Pettigrew II
appreciate my liberslity when she see
i'll
by this time it was quito dark. Tom
pocketed the silver and winked with his
straight eye at his old horse as he called
out: Ge lang! aud disappeared in the
twilight.
The deacon meanwhile pursued bis way
st . brisk trot, much pleased with hi,
purchase.
As be approached the house the lights
were burning cheerfully. and looking in
through the window he saw small fem
inine figure standing by the hugh fireplace
waiting.
There ain't no good reason why not, he
murmured to himself again, as he wen
round to the barn to put up "old gray"
Returning presently he entered and put
bis basket down on the table. got them
things you wanted, he begun.
Abigail went to the basket and opened
it. Just on top lay the old teapot.
Why, deakinl where did you get tbatp
Its aour old teapot l traded it of to
Tom Bevey this mornin' and secured it up
q purposel
Ye did cried Lisha, sinking into bis
chair.
Yes, did; don I you see the hole in the
bottom Of it?
Jerusalem! exclaimed Lishs again. And
that word having given vent to his sur
prise be burst into roars OF laughter.
But to Abigail it was very serious
matter.
Do yeh mean to say, deakin. that yeh
didn't know it after drinking tea outen
it ever since I've been here2 | can't be-
lieve il.
During this small lecture bright iia
had occurred to Lisha. He got up ard
went over beside her.
No. don't yeh b'leve it Abby. he said
That was Just the pint. Icouldnt bear
to see any thing that You had used so much
goin' outen the family. paid Tom Bevy
ten shillin's not for the article itself, but
for the 'socistions Of i'll
Ten shillins? cried Abigail, sgbast.
That's nothin'l exclaimed Lishs entbus-
issticslly. been thinkin oil day that !
couldn't spare yeh no how. I'd give ten
hundred shillin's II ye'd agree to be Mrs.
Snifin, and Id be gittin the biggest bar.
gain 10 the world.
Such prodigality Of devotion completely
overwhelmed Abigail. She held her bead
down and blushed violently.
La deakinl she faltered, I'm 'frsim yeb
ain't much Of jedge Of bargains
Wall. then / need yeh ell the more, fof
Tom Bevey says ye're genus.
Even Abigail laughed nov, aud the
deacon was just going to kiss her when
she plunged toward the basket sgoin and
brought mp the yarn.
thought might fuisb this before ]
went away, she said.
Abby. be replied impressiyely, ef
eh dnn't hui.h IL till yeb on ayay little