The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1889-10-31
THE OLD STOVE
Macy said Mr. Moppsi
Siff responded Nancy.

Siff responded Nancy.
Mr.. Moppei sss coming 10 from III
garden path. Nancy. With rlump white
arms barred 10 the elbow. was washing lh'
breakfast dishes 10 deep pan Of hot sosp
suis.
Mr.. Moppct was bard featured elderly
man. with sbitish blue eyes. = sifsgal,
fringe CT white beard beneath bis square
chib. aud bald oranium. Nancy sai
iresh oolorei aud bright eyed. With silky
tepdfils Of auburn hair dropping over he'
freckled forehead. aud certain dinpls
psrpetuslly al hide-apd.sesk on her lef
cheek. The two completely realized Shak
espeare's idesl Of Grabbed Age aud Youth.
I'm s-soin' to town. said Mr.. Moppet
You won't need to bile no pot victuals fol
dinner Waste makes want. A cup O. tes
aud billed egg and what's left o yester.
days pork and greens -tbslll be ell you
need.
Yes, father. scquiesced Nancy.
She wss thinking Of something else all
the while.
And. talkiu' bout eggs, added Mr..
Moppet. yon may take four dozen up to
Peach Farm. Mrs. WiIon wants plenty
on 'em to mske cake for ber niece's party.
Better go early this morning.
Nancy colored scarlet under the auburn
rings OF hair.
Can't send EN- up by little Bill Becker
father? said she. Webster Wi1on. will
be there, and don't like Webster
WiIou with. his red nose and his compli
ments.
Mr.. Moppet frowned.
Nancy. said he. don't be q fool ca n
see through ye,like ye was pane O. glass.
Webster Wixon's q well-to.do man, with
money out at interest, and you'd oughier
be iickled to death that he's took q notion
to yon
But, father
Not another word, Rrumbled Mr.. Mop
pet. ! know jest exactly what's comm
It's that foolish nonsense about AbsRlom
Psrker. that hoped you'd got over long
ago. Absalom hahn; no property, and
ain't like to have none, and no daughter O
mine amt goin' to marry your Grand.
father Atkins's hired man, not il | kno W
it.
He paused With this multiplicity OF
double negatives. Nancy set her small,
pearl white teeth together; her eyes fash
ed with hazel fire. 1t was clear case OF
true love versus money.
Take them eggs straight up to Peach
farm, reiterated Mr.. Morpet. shaking his
forefnger at Nancy, an don't arguiy the
pnt no further. I'm you father, and
know what's best for youl
But your goin right past the Wixons'
door.
No. l aint neither. I'm goin' the Horn
Hill Road. I've been spp'inted by the
Supply Committee to buy an alright wood
stove for the church, he added with some
complacency. The old ones rusted clear
out, so there's danger O fire every time its
used, and the brethren have subscribed
twenty dollars for Q new one - leastwsys,
secondhand one, if its jest as good
Webster Wixon, ialt middle.sged |
bachelor. was out helping to gather the
October appl.s on the north side Of the
house when Nancy came up. He made
haste to welcome her.
Good mornin, Miss Nancy, said he. As
bloomin' as ever. see.
Here's your eggs, spoke Nancy. curtly.
Set down spell, won't YEP simpered
Mr. Wixon.
I'm in hurry. said Nancy.
But, Nancy
My names Miss Moppet, sir?
I've got something very particular to
say to you. Nancy, urged the middle aged
snitor.
It'll have to keep, said Nancy. I've got
to get right home.
Can't walk with you piece2
I'd rather so alone, she persisted.
Nancy - Miss Moppet-I must speak
biurted out the old bachelor. love you
better'n all the world want TO make
you Mrs. Webster WiIon There. that's
what bad on my mind And your father,
be says it wonld suit him exactly. and
Nancy wheeled around and faced her
sager swain.
Is ii me. or father, you're s.courting'
s,id she.
Why you, OF course!
Then take my answer mol
And without waiting for the return o.
ner basket. she hurried away. her cheeks
bis zing, her breath coming quick and fast.
Faiber'il be awful mad, she thought
bat Ia sooner die than marry that maui
Webster WiIon stood a minute gazing
I'ier her cresifallen silence; then be went
,,ck to apple harvesting with an ominous
Of bis lips,
The usddef she gets tue pfeftier she
ooks. thought be- Well. we'll, time will
how. Brother Moppet Gays she shall BE-
ny wife. aud that ought to count for
'onsid able
Mr.. Moppet drove lsisurely on TO Horn
Hill. drove 40 excellent bargain for {
Iighly ornsmentsl wood-stove. after hav
ng successiveiy interviewed every hard I
rare dealer in town.and set forth to return
Nth II 10 his wagon jast at dusk
It's = warm day for the time O. year,
aid be, and ii's easier travelling for the
Iorse srtsr dark. II amt bad days work
ONE to think ont | beat Brother Piper !,
Iown pretty well on the prce, aud ii's