The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1897-09-16

- "fAfaN#H NsAN 49, N~tNs
Durug the weak .he bed made suudf
/, trips 10 her basg sad sitsr Mr., RascoE
i va gone she started od With The bi
sagon aud the hired mnn. When she !
j. turned one would have thought she vs
r going to start a sec1nd baud iaruiior
. store
p The aietpon OF the fourth Day drew +
1 close Lglis was puluag the hn,sblol
: toncbes 10 The room.
! They'll he here 10 mlnute, she said
? iIi Just hsVe time to loop ibeso curtains
: snd then 1t will be oil doue, soi she Iool
ed around spprovngy. Well might shi
spproye II was the facsimile Of Mothe
Bssoouis old room.
Ga the door Was the rag carpet ths
Father took such an interest in-hrighi AZ
when Il was made. II hsd been on LA
zie's dsrkened spare room.
10 one corner was The old mshOsauy
bureau and 10 the other walnut bed
stead sitb high, soii iestber bed and
homemade couutetpsne. Near the stove
stood 50 old, old washstRnd painted to
initiate msbogsry, with greyish mottled
top supposed to represent marble. There
was hole 10 1t for bowl. Over by the
table was a small cherry table. A worn
copy OF the Testament and Psalms lay on
IT,
II was = chilly afternoon 10 early Ne
vember and scheerful fire orsokled In --
vas t2-yes, II was reslly-Mrs, BsscomF
old Evening Star. Two chairs were 10
| front OF the stove one, a low split-bot
toned rocker. painted green, the other
big brown wooden one. II was Fathers
chair.
Lizzie had looped the last curtain and
was surveying II critically. Dotted
muslin would have been prettier she said
but the blesched cotton was what mother
bad And here they oome
They let her rest a while 10 the sitting
room before taking her to her room.
When she entered it her eye fell upon the
carpet.
Why, Lizzie! she said, amt this my
csrpetf Why-she was looking around
the room now-L zziel these are my
things that we're sold. Where did you
get them' Her voice was tense and o.
most stern.
! bought them back. mother. They |
we're all in the neigh borhood, and every |
body was glad to let me have them when
they knew what ! wanted them for.
thought You would feel more at home il
you bad them-don't you like them,
m0ther7 little snxiously.
Mrs, Bascom had dropped into chair,
and covered her eyes with her hand. She
looked now with tears streaming down
her cheek,
Like them2 che ssid. Why, child, I've
Just longed for these things, | didn't
know how my heart was bound to them,
or | never should have let them go. I've
tried to make myself feel how childish it
WAS and | never told q soul how felt;
but oh Lizzie, I've been 30 homesick for
my thingsl
She went from one thing to another
with the delight OF child.
How good that bed will feel this winter
she said. And here's my little stand table,
too, and l. 'zziel ANT that my TesetmentT
es'm. 1t was in one OF those drawers
when the table was sold, and you never
knew it.
Aud Sally thought she bad burned ii
upI She bought me nice Oxford bible,
with /, OF maps aud Psul's missionary
journeys in 1t; b1t when people get old
they don't seem TO care much about study
ing the Bible, they ju,t want TO read it,
And this has 90 many passages marked.
Here's the text sister Anus funeral ser
mon was preached from and fathers
and my little Heprysl Oh, I'm glad to
get this Testament back
They we're sitting around the fire later,
Mother, said John, hope you haven't
forgotten how TO knit. have been think
Jog how good a pair Of your warm socks
would feel these cold mornings.
Mrs. Bascom turned eagerly to her
daughter. Is there any yarn 10 the house
Lzrlef
Maybe can hnd some, said J. zAie N en
d,ciously. She had bought some the day
before in anticipation Of this. III look
tomorrow.
I'll have You q pair by the last OF the
week, soa. I've seen the time when !
could turn of sock in a day; but reck
on I'm q little out Of practice nov.
John. you needn't put mother Vt work
quite go soon. want her 10 help With
my blue stripe htst
Haven't you colored that stripe yeti
Nom, don't know how. II,
Jobr, said his mother, briskIy, get me
some Ptussisn blus tomorrow, and wen
20 right at it. Floselle bad been hrdf
manage, but she was on familiar ground
now.
Lizzie went about her supper after 8
while, and the two we're left together.
so you like it. do you, uotheri said
John, seeing her glance rest lovingly on
the familiar objects.
Mrs. B,sson laid a trembling hand 10
his.
John, che said brokenly. | don't feel
like could ever leave this room,
HE hand closed on bers.
YJu never shall be said. This is your
home from pov on,