The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1890-04-03

., crossing desperate, when At last welcom
lace appeared At The window over th
b blind.
a Mr.. Baxter. sir. whispered Binns. th
!, clerical gent, sir, he's on the roof OF ou
!. drag
e iou don't say sol eroanei Tom,
r He is. indeed. sir He aud The masie
seem very thick; they're talking over OH
Cambridge times never waited ou hln
4 before. sir
I OF coutse. sail the curate ia despair
g see il nov. Old Septimus was at Cam
D bridge. so was Heathco,e They are old
friands. How 10 the name OF Providence
J am to get out Of thi,9 | say. Binus, Dc
T You know mnst stop here till be goes
. You will keep II dark now won't yon2
= Most certainly, sir. said the tympsthe.
; tic butler Woat you have some lunch,
. sirS Nobody will know
Tom smiled in his misery at the idea.
After all. why shouldn't he?
Well, Binns. really think will.
} Aud the trusty servi,or disappeared to
return with huge plstelul of cold pie, a
fies,
Thank you, Binns, said Tom erateiully; +;
now go away and don't come back till the
clergy maa has gone Whewl How hot
itis.
1t was bot and not any mistake. Ga .
scoIching day the interior of drag with
the windows shut is about as agreeable
resting place as the Black Hole. Tom
could not let the blinds down, so be drank
a tumber of iced champagne which made
him much warmed than before, though it
inspired him to smile at bis position His
still collar WAS growing Imp and bis
heavy black garments began to grow 10
supportable
Wonder il dare to take my coat of? be
asked himself The mental answer was
Yes aud he proceeded to do so. Then he
felt better, finished the plate OF pie and
had another tumbler of champagne. /
feel half inclined to 60 out and face him.
reflected Tom. but bis heart fsiled. Hel
piled the dust clouks, coats aud um brel
las in one corner, aud tried to make him
se'f com Portable. Presently, however, the
match was resumed aud then his real sui
ferng began. Tom had never endured |
such torture. Loud applause frequently
broke upon his cars; shouts OF Well hit
Well bowled Well caugh an 4 sometimes,
N ore msddening even than these sounds, |
there was a deep hush OF suspense in the
noisy crowd. or distinctly audible sigh
Of relief, which told his practiced ears that
some excitingjcrisis Of the game had come
or gone.
He vaiuly peered over the half drawn
blind to catch glimpse Of the players.
He could, however see nothing but
forest of black hats and variegated sun
shades Binns returned not; Tom dar d
not quit his hiding place. and despair
once more possessed his soul. Suppose
| IN here for the afternoon Holy Moses,
how appalliugly hot it Isl Heat Is apt to
relax the propriety even Of curate's lam
guage Wish dared to take some more
OF my clothes Off And then his eyes fell
on the champagne bottle, which was near
ly half full Well, / can have another
drink at oil events. Aud again his troub
les seemed less. He stretched himself out
AS well as be could, for he was big man
and the space was small; and by degrees
be finished the bottle II only | had
weed, he re fected haven't smoked for
months. it seems years. And growing t
bold even TO recklessness. be hunted in the
pockets OF the other mems overcoats till he {
'ound cigar case. When he bad lit
,igsr he felt com mparatively at ease. 1t was t
very hot, be thought, bnt peaceful feel '
ng stole over him; the hum of the crowd
grew fainter and fainter; the shouts OF ap y
oause more distant; even the hammering Q
If sticks ana umbrellas on the drag with. 0
n inches OF his head ceasel 10 annoy him.
lie pulled at his cigar less energetically. '
Soon it fell from his lips and Rev, Thomas
Baxter slept rs peacefully as child.
y
He was awakened by rough shake, and
shout in his hear Of Hi, wake upl r
nrning to semi.consciousness, he indi,
inctly heard ordinations OF Shameful q
Disgusting! Who would have thought III e
Ind then a familiar voice ssid 10 some y
What qnaverng accents Leave him to me 0
'apa, | must see him alone Tom pulled .
himself together with q jerk, opened bis q
eavy eyes, aud fonnd himself confronted u
" Miss Alice Heatbcote, who stood with y
ushed cheeks and indignant expression at g
be door OF the drag 2
Are you awake, sir? she inquired, with u
laborate sternness. q
Awakel yes; why not. desr2 stsmmer u
ir Baxter. n
,ave me hours ago aud say you don't feel ''
'ell, and here | find you sound asleep 2
hen the plsy i,oyer for the day, and We .
ave been sending all over the ground for
ou. Aud 10 your shirt sleeves. too "
Good grsciousl beg your pardon. &C
,rgot And. blushing scarlet. the curate y
uddled on his coat ~
And they oil say that you are diunk, she %
,p,iuned, with a bali sob o., Tom. IT,
lamefui
Drunk cried Mr. b ,rter, indignantly y
should like to meet anybody who says
lat In dfunll 1t me explain. darling.
u come out pow Aul then be caught
ght Of his vicar agaio and shrank back -
that man never gpingY
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