The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1895-05-23

bat perhaps she wout 80,
OA. yes. ,te =ill said May Poo
Miu Abbyl She s. 8, gentls Is eh,ld
Her vofds proved 10 be correct Als
Abby Dahoey suffered hers,li TO be led o.
femoustfatingly back 10 Iesksiosn Poo
house, uhete the mstfop read her sbril
voiced lecture, sui declared she shoul'
, not be sllowed another grsiu Of snuA !
che couldn't behave better,
Old Mis-, Abby sailed deprsCatingly,
Tuey sre peculiar people bere, she s1id
think, NY dear 70 Mary Mllley - The,
. forget sometimes that am = lady. Bu
it takes al torts, don't you see, to make !
world
The peIt pight, however !nst IS Msry
aud her mother were niliug dosn TO tea
Miss Abby once more appeared. 10 tbs
midst oi a gentle shower OF rain.
hope don't Inconvenience auybody,
sbs said. meekly. But that woman at
Teukstown hss cot otf my allowance Of
snuff; snd. alter all, there's no place like
home.
And once more Mary Miller rsiisotly
walked back with the poor Oh ctone TO
the poorhonse
Tue matron was infuriste this time
1t siut human nstur to stand TIM she
declared III put her 10 the Jug
The iuef repeated Mary, IN surprise,
ilsa room down cellar where We shut
up the troublesome cases, said the mstfon.
cau I stand this running away business,
snd WON'T
The Jog, perhaps, proved eilcaclous,
for old Miss Abby Dabney did not sppesr
sgsia for d week
At the expiration OF that period, how
ever, she walked noiseessly in Just al
dusk, aud seated herself like silent shad
ow 10 the chimney corner
Itlsso good to be at home again, said
she, rubbing her wrlnkled hsuds. some
bow seem TO get lost Of late, EIusthsn ls
gone, aud Betsy is gone; aud I'm left here
all alone Yes, cup OF tea, please
sugar sud no milk. They never remember
how like my tea at Tewkstown, This Is
good Aud butter on my bread, tool We
don't get butter at Tewkstewu.
Msry burst into tears.
Mother, s.id she, Miss Abby shall not
go back to lewkstowD She shall stay
here o. other, how should | feel il you
were wsndeun , frendless ani alone,
through the worId2
But, my dear
She shall sleep 10 her own old room,
ont of the Kitchen persisted Mary She II
be no more care than canary tird. oh,
mother, do CONSENT She will think then
that she is still 10 her own home. Oh, il
you knew how dresrJ it is at that Tewks
town Poorh ouse, with the grass ell tramp
ed ont, and piles OF clam shells lying
around the door, and not so much as 3
daDdellon or daisy to be seen,
And Mrs. Miller yielded to Mary's teSr
ful solicitations,
Do as you please, my child, said she.
The Tswkstosn authorities we're but too |
glad to b. rid of the rcor old incubus
and Miss Abby Dabney settled down into
her Il hone, ss coutentedl and unques
tiou.ugly as il she had never left it, She
ate and drank but little; she talked still
less, aud seemed TO regard Mrs, Miller and
Mary as guests, who had come to visit the
0 farm.
The Widow Miller aud her darter must
be rich folks, to undertake to support old
Miss Abby, sneered one nelghbor.
She was wei enough p divided for 4. the
poorhouse. said another.
never yet saw a isrT succeed that
was worked by women folks, leered 3
thi d.
Ihsre'll be the biggest Kind Of . sm ash
up presently observed number four And
.n auction sale OF everything; and III be
Oh hand for don't deny that them little
Alderney cows is the cunniest creeturs !
.ver set eyes on, and tood mixers into
he bargain
But time wore on, and there was no
utter OF auy red flag over the porch. On
he contrary, matters throve, and Mary
Miller declared loyously, that farming
vas great deal more profitable business
han working 10 the factory, and she c
,nly wished that she had found it out be i
ore.
Until one gray, sutumnsl evening Mary I
md her mother came back from . brisk ,
\ liz to the village, aud found stslwsrt,
uobrowned msn sitting opposite to Miss /
| Ibby, by the red glow OF the fire. q
The ol woman rose up, 10 40 odd, IN i
ertsln way. +
Ladies, she sid, fumbllug IN her old 1
nun box. this is my nephew, Cyrus Dab t
lfy he ran away from home twenty nine
ars ago come Michselmas Day, aud we ,
II Supposed hin dead. Cyrus, these are
lac ladies wLo are so goo ! as to visit me /
mrs. don't quite reccoleot their names, /
,at, then, my memory amt as good ss It il
lsrd - be and after Gil it don't mat @
mnoh Nothing matters much Dows q
lay! t
Au1 Miss Abby sat down and fell into b
"Itz,' again, rs il sll necessity for con 4
.tt.stlonsl effort we're over. >
Cyrus Dsbpey stood up-s bronzed v
,e,rded giant, with dark eyes aud superb q
tatu r. d
L,dles, beg your pardon be said
30 sposed when came here, | was com q
az bone. | knes nothing Of oil these v
.nauaes. never could have dreamed that :
nv cousin would let this old erestu go A