The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1892-01-07

Indeed would bel And moreover. evety
holiday aud every hsppy dsy would o'
skipped stsaigL, on for the rect ol his life
He put his bonse in order; he arranged bi'
sn .in; be s,iiied himseI 10 his beat ~
parel; locked tue door tehind hsmi ana
sent 90, into the cold xorli
He longed nos TO eet Asas from the vi
| lage Before the sun set there sonli MOI
be one soul there who would care for h,m.
Az be hurried Oh he saw bsiors bin the
persons boose,
/ Gill take but Que ibieg swsy With me
be said. 1 will ssk the good old msn Ia
give me bis blessing That will ! iake
With ms.
OF couus be 10 10. said he parso1' .
maid. there in The parlor
As the baker entered the parsons pArlor
some one ba,tened TO meet him. II vas
the Widow Monk.
You wicked man. she whispered, you
are . quarter OF sn hour late. The parson
is waiting.
The psrson vas msn with white hair.
He stepped toward the couple standing to'
Rether, aud then the wioos took the bss
er's hand. Then the psrson beesl the lit'
tie speech be always made on such occa
sions. 1t wss full OF good sense and touch
ing, and the widows eyes we're dim with
tears. The baker would have spoken. but
he had never interrupted . clergyman and
be could not do IL now.
Then the psrson began his appointed
work, and the heart Of o baker sweileo, /,
as the widows hand trembled in bis own.
Wilt thou have this woman fer thy we'd
ded wife? asked the ps,son.
Now for this, quota the poor baker to
himself may bake foroover bat cannot
draw back nor keep the good man waiting
and be said. Yes,
Then it was that the baker received
what be had come for, the parsons bless
ing: and Immediately bis fsir companion.
brim ming with tears, threw herself, into
his arms.
Now, said the baker to himself, whom
leave this house, may the devil take me
and right welcome shall be be.
Dearest, she exclaimed. as she looked
into bis face, you cannot know how hap
py am. My wedding day and my BROTH
er back from the cruelty Of the sea
Struck by sudden blast of bewiIdering
ecstasy the baker raised his eyes, aud DO
held the tall torn Of the suobrosned
stranger who had been standing behind
him
You are not sailorman, qooih the
jovisl brother. like my old mate, who went
down in brig Mistlttoe, but my sister tells
me you are jolly good fellow, sod wish
you fair winds sud paying cargoes And
after giving the baker powerful hand
shake, the sailor kissed the bride. the par
sons wife, the parsons daughter, and the
parsons maid, and wished tho family
we're larger, having just returned from the
cruel seas.
The only people 10 the village OF Barn
bury who thoroughly enjoyed the Christ
mas Of thst year we're the baker, his vile
and sailor brother. And rare good time
they had, for q big s9a chest arrived, and
there were curious presents and tail flask
of rare old wine, and plenty OF time for
three merry people to cook Tor them'
selves.
The baker told his wife OF the scul'hsr.
rowing plight Of the day before.
Now then, said he. don't you think by
rights should bake oil the same9
Oh, that will be skipped. she said, with
q laugh, and now go and make ready for
the cakes, pastry and sweetmests, the bak
ed meats and the poultry, with which the
people Of Bsrpbury are to be made right
happy Oh New Years day.