The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1891-04-30

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ssmi.ioebriAted cabmao had achieved the
distraction OF running over bin.
Doctor Tom rstlock set The leg 10 the
most modern style and felt thrill Of tri.
unph. Then he remembered what time
il was and rushed fisniicsliy 10 thr ei'
press efiice aud ssnt bis pafcsIs of. the
curly King Charles desperstsly yslpiog be
hind the bsrs of his temporary prison.
house. and the hot house Aow~rs breath.
ing sweetness even lhvoaRh their damp
cotton ZOO. .ibs, almost neutrAlized pack
age q Lmburg.r chsess that wss packed
directly under II.
Doctor Tom bres,hsd Sigh Of relief Is
be went back to his Office again.
But the reader. net being medical man
rammeled with Office hours. is privileged
to follow the packets to their fnal destins
tion.
Please, sir. the express agent ave left
. boz, said Hsnnsh. Mr.. Millingbam's old
housekeeper. holding the door one six
teenih Of 40 inch open for her master
had a pious horror Of drsugbts. Psidl
It's all right. said Mr.. Millinghsm, add
ing. to himself. The tee.h--and high time
too; aud probably the flowers. also.
Marked Forward without loss Of time
added Hannah.
Perish BILE nodded Mr.. Milliuhsm. /
seal
Wl.h Mr.. Toms card tied to II. said the
old servant. whose enuncistion Was ex.
trenely slow aud dhtinc,. And it's bark
IN and wbiDin dreadful
What shouted Mr.. Millineham.
And please, sir. went on Hannah, il
you'll please to come aud unchain 1t your
self. for always 'sd 'orror O. them
tI1ngs hever since my heldess brother was
bit by a mad dog an came near losin' his
life.
Woman, said Mr.. MiiliDgbsm, what are
you talking OFF UDchsin box OF howersp
Uochain q set OF false teetL2
Please, sir. IT'S . dog! explained Han.
nah.
A dog!
Mr.. Miilingham started back. He hsd
~ Inherited fear Of dogs, His father and
grandfather befose him had hated
dogs
Rats one OF Tbomss' hateful pisc.i
cal jokes, s.id he, mopping his iorehesd
with pocket handkerchief. Thst boy
never will learn wisdom. Ring the stable
bell, Hannah Tell Dennis TO bring up
loaded revolver and shoot the brute. Real.
ly I've put up! with . great deal from
Thomas, but there is limit 10 human en-,
durancel
Miss Martins ele giant Wills was the next
place at which tho ill,omened express wsg
on paused to deliver goods.
The white capped and ruified sproned
maid came tmirkiug 10, for she was Meth.
or blind nor deaf, and had already hszird
ed several shrewd guesses as TO the state
Of feeling between Miss Martin and the
young doctor.
A package from Doctor TAtlock. miss,
said she. Two packages some little and
one big. How's your toothsche. miss?
Fruncells Martin pnt down the hand
glass which she had been dolorously hold
ing before her isce.
Her front teeth we're blsckened with 10
sidious decay. and one wss gone, 90 that
Miss Martins occsrionsl smile VAS not %
unreservedly sweet ss il might have been.
How do yon know they were from the
doctor, Jane9 said Miss Frsncells, blush
ing
Here's bis card tied 10 'em, miss. said
jane, with ~ iucipient giggle-to both Of
'em.
Such rose.! said Miss Martin. ecststicsl'
", ss shs opened the larger box -such
Nespol,isn vloiei.
DO look ~ the other miss! exclaimed
eager Jane. Ill go bsil IT'S bracelet!
Miss Martin opsDed il. snd dropped the
precious incosure with scream.
Well, / neverl cried Jane, STOPPING to
recover il. A double set Of fslse teeth
sent 10 you with his card
Frsncell. burst into a ,ods OF semi bys
teticsl tesrs.
.Iknew my teeth were defective. she
walled, bat !. ~asu's for him to remind
me Of i'll Fling the odious things ont Of
The xiudow. Jane. III never spesk 10 him
sgsipi
Doc.o. Tom T.ilock's msil vas not .
thing Of ~ TO him pext day. II contain.
Cd two letters, and tbis was tLeir reepec
tive contents.
The drst one also oontsined . set Of
false teeth. packed 10 cotton wool, and
read:
Mr.. I. TArLocE. Sir-I regret that my
teeth do not meet your approval. But
vhen require i.lsr oprs prefer 70 order
them myself. Nay Ircqnest that hence
forth your visits bs discoptipued2
FRAxcn.LA MARTIN.
TIE second was ia Uucis Bobs hand
writing.
THoMAs: Your vnlgsr practical joke 10
sending me dog " 'Aprrs. 10 the last
sirs~ thst brake ib- csmers back Hence
for ssrd 1 d.si,~ nrithrr b. zee nor hesi
from yon.
X. MLLix0HAh
Tom letter. of eIpi.ns'isn we're returr
ed aaop.s.d. AID the nes' week be besrt
a., l,.r r,.ts .,A Mtss Martin vefe en-