The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1898-10-13
THE COMING HORSE.

ebiniE covered armchair. noddins nov sn'
thea ss the mistress OF the isrm paused u
her oaiburs, Of eIeitsd speech. he ss
msrried and the father oi ten children
Tut bourgeois youtbiul 'feess'lons s'ii
huos thick about him, tor, Instead o
leaving bis cop aud ssuoer 90 the tray, b
held them 10 bic lesn white hands, erool
ing bis little hasers dsip,ily. While hi'
speech vas usnally punciusied with many
'svee,ly preitiss' and 'psssionslsl,
fonds, wiihsl good man, according te
bic lights, and endowed With eerisir
liking OF the dntIinl 10 bis iello~
creatures.
He bad come up BY the widows request
for her daughter vas dying, md she was
too proud to speak Of her Wild trouble to
kinstoik who had n,vet viewed her with
any courtesy since her msrtisse TO man
aged enough to have been ber father.
She wss slightly 10 coherent 10 her re
quest for advice, bat the earste thought
be understood.
Really, Mrs Robson, he ssii gently at
last, il Is 3 most painful case. Yes, thank
YOU, another cup OF tea three Jumps, yes
have q sweet TOOTH Oh course | think
that you should have consulted me before,
when Hsnnsh Was In better health, aud
then could have sdmonlshed her Now
We can only pray. Bot none the less 1t is
our bounden duty TO tell her that che
should wrest her sfiections from sll IN
worthy worldliness and look mp to the
skies, whence comfort
Mrs. Robsoa's face had grown cold and
hard, a heavy perspirstion shone on her
forehead. didns mean that. she said,
when | sent for yo'. / thowt thst yo
would understand. Tis o Squire Amber
stones son % wished to ask. My wencb
is dyin. All as beg is q, be may COON
oncet sgsin. riiin on his bay, aud 81 her
kind word. She soItened suddenly.
oh, Mr.. Frystop, for tn love God, do
this think for me- Twas bu' boy an girl
play ing at love. Theer was no thowt
i'll. My dowter's S pure 40 sooi as
chrisom child, bu' what wi him was just
laugh sn jest wi tn prsttiest girl on
th country eide. wi ber meant more
more more. I've no blame for him. bu'
he's broken her heart clean / twain. An
only today has hoo told me oil what hoo's
suffered.
You were m much TO blame, said the cur
ate sententiously. balancing bis spoon on
the rim OF the teacup, very much to
blame
She clssped her hands and wrung them
painfully, so that she might not burst
into hysterical laughter. Mr.. Fryston,
she said bosrsely, I'm 9 clean minded
woman, an Hannah scarce II. / thowt
nothln it, He were wisest o us ell. for
he m usi ha' seen danger an he staid away.
an three months has killed her.
can do nothing nothing. began the
curste.
Aye, bu' 20 can, she walled, Yo' know
what love IS. Fetch him to her for .
goodby. Hee's my only one my only
one.
The curate was touched at last. He
rubbed the corner OF bis more unsuscepti
BILE eye furtively. I'll to Psuton and
bring him back il can, he said, tomor
row.
Tis no use saying tomorrow.
she interrupted imps.iently. Hoo may
pass At any moment. Tis bu' O'Clock,
an tis th' last thing my wench III ever
want.
The sound OF knocking on the floor
above stopped her. Hsnnsh's walked,
she said. There's owd Lizbeth beating
the plsnks wi s.ick. l nun leave yo'
Mr.. Fryston. know as 20 wanna isil
me.
She did not wait for bis reply, bat hnr
ried up stairs to the chamber where Han
nah lay 10 little bed Afront the hearth.
Tue mother had been pretty 10 her youth
indeed she was not uncomeiy even COW
but the dsugbter was wonderfully, pite
ously beautiful Her face was pure white
save for the dsintiest aush in the cheeks,
her lips were scsrlst hued and finely cut,
her great brown eyes luminous. She had
spread her nut brown hsir over the EN-
broidered pillow aud crossed her hands
lightly over her breast The bedclothes
concealed the emacistion OF her figure to
some extent. bat one would scarcely have
believed that a. much as could be dis
nguished was that OF slender boy.
Is be cominei she said. Oh. mother.
to think OF i'll That should care for him
IN this way when he only kissed me once
aud never spoke word that you miehln'.
have heard
Then she began cousbing again and the
blood spscked the cotton WOOL that Mrs.
Robson held to her lips. When the par
orysm was over, she lay back speechles',
bu, her eyes we're iull Of questioning.
Aye, my desry, said the mother. Mr..
Trystop's gone for him, aLd bell be here
anon.
The girl tried TO speak again. but the
mother held up 9 warning hand.
Hsnnah. Hsnnsh. she faltered. do lie
s,ill. Yo're not thinkin thst that yo're oil
,be kin have, and that ! wsot you 10
hidn vi me ss ron can. An 70 mum keep