The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1891-12-03

He locked back; be stood still; took o
his hat.
Their glauces met Not like Mr. Mile
not In the least like Mr.. Miller. Tbs
indsidu Il bad been small. swArt aud gray
haired This geDtAmsa vas very tsll
very s,raisht.lim bed, os!. ...ry hsad-om
and young With positive sinking o
her heart Phylids noted that.
Young she bad never dream OF th
new proprietor OF Miller farm rs young
II wonld be harder 10 ask . favor OF hin
than il would be il he we're old and ugly :
yes. and crsnky --or 80 she fsncisd.
IL beg your pardon, sbe said as she 81
preached him, but Mr.. Miller promised :
promised :.
What under the heavens had Mr.. Mille
promised2 There WAS something In th,
CLEAN of those brown and brilliant eye,
that fcnted memory.
Yes. kindly
he promised me You are the new own
er Of the farm?
H. smiled
Fortuuately, yes.
Was he laughing at her? She felt the
crimson creeping from chin to brow.
Well Mr. Miller promised me o pump
kin.
There - it was said!
He did? Then you assuredly shall have
one. Where to whom shall send IL?
For three years bad Pbylida obtained
from Mr.. Miller her Thanksgiving pump
kin. Never had be offered to send it home
for her. She had always chosen the small
est one she could 6nd, and then had paid
Billy Belts to carry il to Holly Hill Lodge
for her. The menisl duty OF the young
gentleman IN question performed annually
with much cheerfulness for the sum OF
five cents.
Ny name is Phylida Millburn. | live
ct Holly Hill Lodge
Oil with . comprehensive lifting OF
thick dark brows. Wait . moment,
please.
He shouldered his way of through the
cracking shrubbery 10 . few minutes he
eturned. balancing On bis shoulder 3
huge globe ofqold one as suredly large
enough to have formed Cinderelia's coach.
That, cried Pbylids, in dismay, must
weigh thirty pounds II it weighs on ounce
We couldn't use that in q year
But he was walking with leisnrely de.
Liberation towards Holly Hill, aud she was
Obliged TO iura and keep up with him.
You've no idea, he said, coolly, what an
appetite ! have for pumpkin pie, and this
dosen't W eigh qnits Thirty pounds.
What did he mean She actually gasped.
With qnizzlcsl expression his eyes met
hers.
Surely you mean to ask me to dinner
Thursday, be said.
To dionerl The eifrontery OF the sug
gestion almost took away her breath. He
was presuming on the fact that she had
requested favor. And she had been mis-,
taking him for gentemanl
Indeed you ousht, pursued that most
sulacous Of young men; II not for the
sacred sake OF neigbborliness, then be-
cause Of our pareuts Your father and my
father we're fast friends long ago. Ny
name is B.'tram Brady.
Bertram Brady aud how good old
George Brady had been to her own easy,
going and improvident fatherl
did not know, looking up with kind
ling eyes. that you were his son OF
course you will comel
And on Thanksgiving Day come be did.
II only Aun, Martha will be civil to him
the girls had mutmufsd. forebodipgly. to
each other.
To their pleased surprise, Mrs. Ben.
lsmin was more than civil; she was down
right sffec'iona,e TO the young fellow.
'"' ~" ''' 'e'' oe'o'e' 80 '"0'
later learned she had refused 10 marry
ueofse bfsuiy' ana sne spent ner iiie 10
regrettlng her rash declinstion. when
nearly 'orty' sns hsa welded fien oia NOD
sr. Benjamin fer the home and position be
'onid give her'
IN A.. Al. A
how ANXIOUS fhyiidA WAS soous tnst
,innefl Ana now pretty sne oin 'ooh' TO-
be snre, 10 Der PLAIN black serge gown
with the bis o. violet ve'stt nooon 81 her
lhfoail ana shAt 80 Si'oSe'her deiicious
iioner u vas, alter aul
The tutkey vas cooked 70 tempting de
gree OF pufiioess sad brotze; the cranberry
ely looked likerneies melted and moulded
he potatoes we're whipped TO snowy fosmi'
ness The bread was perfection
Bat the piel The pie qnise captured