The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1889-08-29

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i With the. sLe torned and hurried up
t. the house slesvin' the COWS starin over ID
- bars 10 . perfect nuddls o. Amsxemen
'e Dum fool ths, didn't see any thing 10 tbs
+ but 1 didn't druv the COWS home my
r SELF aud then cot across the nslds into ,h
village.
g The next day vas 10 the city. IRE
q and independent citizen. but somehow
ws'n't half the sstisisction l expected
Q 10 be. Jim Bsrker's uncle's store vas on
s O. them they cell things st Wholesale 10
sod my part o. the work vss 70 sumbl
round bags aud boxes and sich things, I
: want eIactl, what I'd looked Tor iron
Jim's account. and didn't relish Il.
! As the weeks vent BY | cane TO relish
) i. even less The men worked With Va,
freer and independenter 10 thsir words
! than any thing else. Petvssn dust and
oaihs Was pretty nigh choksd TO death.
J And the noise at night was worss'n Q Meth
odist revival 10 full swing. 4 coulin't
deaden 1t down under the bedclothes,
cause there wa'n't enough o. them, aud
couldn't groan out against IL. cause the
man In the next room threw things at the
wall if | did, Bosrdin' house biscuits
want even second cousins 10 home made
biscuits, and boardin house girls we'll l
got over my notion that all girls was Ks
ziahs IN pretty short time.
l begun to think there want so much
room in cities as l had imagined. come
to hev dreams o rock pastures aud naples
and bemlocks. and along O. them come
Keziah's face. sweet and still as it had
looked that afternoon.
OSin' to dust and not relishin' my yit
tails. . scrstchy kind O. cough fastened on.
to me and some fever with II O. nights. II
was lonesome tell ye. and finally could
not stand il any longer. / says to myself
may be this is the way Presidents begin,
nd may be il 1 kept on and this cough
didn't kill me. Id come to one some day.
but III be hanged IL I'll take the chances
I'm goin' home
1t want much OF . ''see the conquerin
hero come" feelin' that | he'd when GOT
out o the cars. didn't feel nigh so bio
as | he'd planned to, when l went away.
but kslkerlate the President going to bis
Inauguration want no glsdderu | was to
see them old hills again. l was so glad l
wait for no wagon to carry me,
but struck ont across the fields on foot. It
was jest the pleassntest afternoon in Sep
tember ever see. The trees had begun
to turn gold crimson. and the bees was
CROWN lazy. and the late flowers was
smilin' contented. and the clouds nestled
ofi on the age O. the fields IS il there want
40 better place in the whole world. ,
! didn't mind the scrsggly bushes; /
iidn't care might for the holes they tore
n my trousers. just took clean satisfsc q
ION in stumbling over them and the hum. '
nucks. The hills, too. was so easy al i
most wished there was more Of EN-. II p,
eemed 40 il the smell O. them hemlocks '
|own in our pasture was different from all
ther kinds. and when got to 'em I show.
d to drink it in. v
/ hednt thought O. Keziah somehow I b
let myself. l had had . strange II
ort o setness against ii. But now l was
omin' near where she lived and / could. Il
I hold back no more. I begun to trem- n
le and dull sort O. ache crept into my
cart. l went to the naples we'd stood
nder that day, and looked st the bars II
here l had seen her last. wondering il 81
'ould ever stand there again with her
'e fellow that bad started out so loud IL
I'd ended up so limp. b,
1t was most sundown. and l wondered VI
she'd got tie COWS yet. Then as il in th
nswer to my question heard soft tink hl
n and saw her coming over the edge O.
ne hill, lookin' like picture I'd once vi
ven in the city. Her dress caught against th
le bushes and her sun-bonne. lay back vi
her head. and her hair strayed round to
Or face like fine, soft silk. be
Like fash it came over me, the rea pl
IN | wouldn't think OF her was because
we'd her; because was vide awake and fir
lew that wanted her aud her only OF al to-
% women OF the world. co
waited like one waits for the benedic pc
IN in church. and ss watched the little m,
'ure maxim its way down the hill, il CT
me to me that she was the one Of us who ly
rs "makin' the most Of herself" She up
's the brave one stsyin' here on the farm tu
th the old folks: I was the coward 90 cit
3 of to the city. I took OF my bat and wi
we'd my head. l couldnt look up any DO
ore, and Iw - glad the clump Of ma. bu
~ bid me from her Ioouldnt speak to pr
7 With oil them sel6sh plans and ambi MI
ms left so little way behind. would mi
it. lsr
Slowly she came driving Brindis and be
and Ross Just - she'd done thst 9th We,
time when ! hadn't no eye to see. She
down the r'and spoke gently to each
' as II went through. but after the last
bad stumbled on into footpath. she f,
ted her arm on the post and looked of ,.l
where night vas coming up slowly in an
east.
Her eyes we're sad and her face was To-,
uper than it bad been. Ny heart sched
yet beat for slsdness 81 the same time. :
, be may be -snd then sort o lost -. -.
grip o the reins. forgot I'd bee q ~"
ish. forgot Ia bsen blind. forgot I'd 80, -
ed. forgot everything creep, that / -.
ID Kezish. Wv
lish. dear. ! says husky. I've come -, -
for you,