The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1892-12-22
Highest of all Laveans rove-u cors Report Aug 1852
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ABSO SOiUTELY PURE
LOVE WON THE DAY.

The boy leaned ever tue edge OF the 81
aud called. The old SOW lszlly opene
her eyes sni rolled her great bulk 10 ID
mud
Ps. pa p'si The boy emptied his bucl
ct OF s~ill in the trough, the old soc 60
on 10 her fest aud the young PIGS scamp
cred up greedilv.
Aod you are piss. said the b'y. iurnio,
away, a. il that was the end of the ms'
ter.
The old sow sucked mp pr of the evil
and ,beu found as'r,wy spot 10 lay h,r
self down lie. Her brown eyes twinkled
she seemed TO be Il,npius som eihiue. bu
she wss really falling asleep. The con
sci lusness of her little Inactive brain wa
almost lJst in the great mass Of her body
The young pigs. however. went grunt
ing about, trying to root 10 the bard baked
soil Of the yard. The most vsutnresomt
who had black spots on his back as nesll'
round as the shillipgs OF the colonial days
put his foiefeet between the boards Of The
pen and lcoks1 over the top Ia the low
or sbej ttty msrs W 8 eating hsy, aud
gaz "a back at him mildly
Tue boy resn whi-tIirg, bat on reach
ins the gate he stopped suddenly. An old
man with red eyes and tat cred coat was
coming along the road be caught sight
o, bin. stepped forward more brIskls, and
| opened bis arms. pressed hi, son against
bis ssi,tcoat, which was beld by one bu'I
| on
NV dear S,muel D. / see you once
more? he excl,im d, speaking through his
nose "a bad babit be lai Tint en miles
have walked to see you, TO rest my eyes
oa you.
| You must be tired Won't you come
into the huuseg topping to pick up the
swiIl pail, which he had been obliged to let
tall.
Not yet-not yet. Let us tslk-let us
cor verse a lutte here. Hos i:ely ycur
stock appears said the fbther. They walk
sd aruuod by the COW stable, the lower
shed. .snd fiaally stopped at the pig pen
P's, p'g. p'y said Samuel. He drained
of few drops from bis bis pail and the
young pigs tlmbled over each other 10
order to put their noses under the spout.
To think that | should live to see my
own child the child Of my sainted wife
--engsged in feeding the swine, like the
Prodigsl Son In the Scriptures, cried tbs
old man, and two tears III tie ones v ran
down bis cheeks.
Samutl's mouth twitched be logged TO
say something. but lie felt ti.t it would
not lie respectful Ouly in this case it's
the Prodigal Father. be wanted t, say: A.
last, to break the sil,nce, called, Pig, PIG
p'gl The old SOW paid no attention.
How is Ada? asked his father; and they
vent up.to the houset gsiher.
The family eat down to diun'r, the fari
mer in bis shirt sleeves, Mr., Lynn IN his
tstierej .cost. 1t was an uncomfortable
Ger mouy Ads,don't eat with yer knife.
Ada. fill up yer fathers mug, cant ye?
constantly droned The farmers wife. who
vas puffy old body, with Avoice like the
buzz Of . fly. As the meal A;vsnced Mr.
Lypp became reminiscent and dwelt on
his tslept. and fallen fortunes while Ssmu
,l doaeedly swsllowed his food With bis
eyes on his plate ss II f,r wager
Bot I'm AZ old man now. think only
Of my children. For myself, can be con.
tert With a crust, said bis father, helping
himself TO boiled beef mechanically. ms il
wers.
Specially II its pie crust, piped out Ada
without iLought OF dhrespecs but with
an eye TO the coming dessert and her fathi
er's prei,r noes. Ada was bound out. ss
the expression goes, TO the farmers vile.
and Samuel had taken bire on t1s plsoe 10
order to keep jeslou. watch over bis sis.
ter. As the farmer said, Ada's the smart
one; but Sam. he takes pains.
Father, dom you Wal I me to mend the
iesrs 10 your coa,l whispered the lite enl
when cianer was over. Are those the best
clothes you We gCif she ssld. compositions
tsiy. thinkios hos icnd Ssmo'l vas Of
dressing up no beauty was ,Wuel, eith'r
wit, bis pasty complexion, eyes more
green than blue. aud TOW colored hair.
Yer, yes. my child: yes. No, no, don't
trouble yourself to mend them; II ms'ters
little what wesr ss long ss my cbIl 'rsn
are we'll clad. we'll fed sod ha py snd 10
com Portable bone. Doo't mind your poor
old father, ssid Mr.. Lynn. forg,t Ing the
idea that bis son wss swim.
herd.
The litlle Girl looked puil'ily dosn at
her checked spion and r'spec'sbe long
stockinRs.
Toward night Mr.. Lynn became restless
and dselsrel inst be tuuft be getting
.ione toward home be mr being some
40 q, fined locsliiy in the large msnufsc'ur'
IA, town Of Weston. Before be went. there
sss . short interview With Samuel behind :
he bsrr. 10 the course OF -bich there oc
,u,ed trsnsfr OF S.maei's savings from
bis own rusty wallet TO bi. fathers tobsei :
20 secuted ooe. Ard 10 tbs, sllf Y~-. seil
rood By, my 10 sdoo Tor time. To
zee nv children 20 hspp, aud seii cared
Ior repsys ne foi the Il afl Of c,mioe; and
be rubbed hi. red eyes sDd se, on dosn
he rSsa quite iacn'ils
Your isihir seems . very feeling, Kind
hesrte nsp. I'm sur, Samuel. ssid ! -
mer Ashe. 10 slightly rerrSsiog tone ~
they veressshipg their hands st the pump
to supper; bat hes sadly de-