The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1894-12-27

gTBy Lair up 10 ttlWHet AANph'' t'%s
DnIcIe. ~ she waved her sunbonnet 10
frsbten the Gov away, Add new set 81
teeth Well, deelars II that ain ouf
old Mooley! don't wonder Miss Peaoo'
DIV ia always complaining fsther didn't
DO quite ibe night thing by her about
those ducks that Billy Porter shot aud
our fowls slusys scratching up ber esf'
den. Poor, dear Miss Hepsy do Sop'
der who can possibly salt TO mary
lof2
For blue eyed DuleIe was only eighteen
with hair like corn tik aud dlmples 10
either cheek. And Miss Hepsy was nifty
odd aud had o1ly iust begun to put her
scaut tresses up in crimpiog lins add
wash her wtiuklsd skin in bntIermllk oi
nights
Wby should shep Until now she bad
not cared to look ) ouuger or p'et'ler than
she was.
When Dulcie came lack, brebthless and
blooming, the turkey eobhler was locked
into the cellar cupboard, and Miss Hepsy
vss fIackiug pail Of lime, IN readiness
for the whllewashing operations
Because, said she, We hsnt no time to
lostl
Dulcie was kept too busy TO talk, what
with wall paper, whilewAsh btnshes' ana
the silver gray popllr, which, unhappily'
proved to be sucb scant p. tern that
nothing short Of magical ingenuity suiiic'
cd 10 make it into a suitable dress.
Bot why didn't you buy two or tt rec
.nore yatds2 said DuIcie,
hadn't no more money, said Miss hepi
sy. Besides, little uuwittingIy, Fs sort
0 guess ork after Blll
Wby2 Hasn't he asked you to marry
him?
We kept company thirty years ago.
..iiss Peabody evasiyely answered And
If Betsy Barnes hs1nt meddled-but oi
course it's ju ttbe same. He's to be here
Thanksgiving Day.
Aud she ooken sidewise at her gray
crimps.
Dulcie g zad with plying gl1rce at the
elderly maiden.
Everything changes IN Thirty years sue
,bonoht Even mans beart! How can
she talk about things being Just the
the samel
Istt is the turkey? she said aloud Oh'
what beauty Where did you get III
It's pretty tolerabIe fat one, SAID Miss
Hepsy, proudly. And made. the Stulhn
srter Grandma attn Gibson's receipt. Look
Dulcie, the pumpkins all bilin up DO
YOU suppose you could bake plef neVi
er wa t uuch of hand at piecrusti but
believe everything else is ready Tor to
morrow. do hope 1t amt goln to snow
The old house wore it's holiday aspect
the afternoon before Thanksgiving. The
new wall ppper-s trelis pattern, Win
biz. impossible roses blooming like red
blobs all over it, 7. hecting back the leapI
ing bhzl Of the birch logs; the ceiling
yipked whitley down at the brightly
secured andirons.
Dulcie had gone out to the woods to get
some berries, which still hung on the pen
dent ranches Of the mountain ash trees
and a few balsam boughe, to decorate the
msptles snd Miss Peabody in her best
black alr AGA, cut after the fashion OF by
gone day, was polishing up the SIX silver
te, epcops which had been her grandl
mothers bequest. when therecame knock
the door,
Tr.mptl vast the first ref ction. BOOK
agentsl the second.
But it was neither one or the othef'
1t was red cheek d, black haired young
man, with a travelling bag in his hand
You didut expect me 50 soonY said
be.
Miss Hepsy stood with a teaspoon up
lifted
didn't Expect you ut all, said ste.
Who on earth be your
Y1u invited me to visit you and here
sml be e1clalmed in some surptse.
Don't you Au,w me-Lorerzo Wing
) field?
Some familiar accent in the fresh young
voice, some iudiscribsble, likeness IN the
, straight features, bad furnished the clue
almost ere be spoke.
Lorenzo Wins ield2 she repeated vague
ly,
Ycu used to krow my father, said he
my father who died ten years sgo-and
when you kindly wrote TO me
didn't kuow there was any you, ,stami
mered Miss Hepsy. / never heard 0 Lon
erzo Wingf Id marryin. Is'posed ! wat
writiu to him. She drew a quick, short
breath. Bot you're welcome. all the same
Hes dead, is be2 And nobody never let
me ktosl
AID Dulcie Cooper she lived near here
You see, Miss Peabody, met Dulcie 81
Deephaven last summer. | couldnt belt
loviu her. Can you tell me where ! shSi
J f nd her?
Why on earth didn't abe tell me th'
name Of the feIler she wss engaged to
sssped Miss Hepsy. Whsre'll. you hn'
hei? Jusl look down the garden path
aud youIl see her a comm up it will
o both arms izIl red b,rries Tor Thanks
Il gvin Day.
Il She torned bsr face resoIu'ely away
She could not bear 10 witness the gla
u meeting Letweeu the tao lovers
I'm sort left ou, iu the cold, said sh'
e. with dry rob IL ber throat. No, | ala 7
y nutber
Hef lace frightened at the slgLt Of DE
con Cooper. IL bts Sunday snt, comm