The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1898-06-16


y oHe wAs 20 handsome. % grand 40
u then Dihbie iouna lears 10 hsf eya, 81
2 coald noi sness vhy Oh 10 ai.y BET
. forever she sighed
o Hut alss The hsppiess days ily fastest
, tbs tpo mouths ssre drawing 10 40 end
y Thsre Va, ialk sboui the Earope.n tfip
= spd oae Day Mu, Doughty pat The lss
= months usses into poor DebbIe. palm,
/ oahI pay you for all yoa'Ee dotO tol
ne. ,he said. bui know iDebble hsd
: beer cobddtniiall t0s, yoa wsut black
silE l're made It a little moie snd you
can 80 dopn todsy aod boy il, and lot me
teel It when yon c7ne home. I'm good
ln ige oi elk BY louet even nov.
AID Debbie IsIi wonderfully rich. as.
With hundred dollars 10 her purse. sbe
was hurried cilywsr5 by the flying tram
Bat somehow she was no. happy as sbe
bad hoped to be, Sbe should have the
dress -bu, her old life q tbsukless toll
vouli begin again. and her friends we're
going , leave her. The sea would roll
between her sbd the kind old lady and
splendid Mr.. Charles,
don't feel as il | could bny it. said
n bbie to herself, as che walked up Broad
way, What do care Tor the rest OF the
people IN the place -ior stupid Jack
Brown aud eilly Bill Buffers. Not bean
in the place worth having, No one inter
esting OF pleasant They can't be sgreea
bic or polite, all they can do lie TO grin
aud try TO kiss you. On, | detest them
all. Aud the only man worth anything 10
the world | shall never see again.
Poor Debbie, her mind was for away,
but her feet trod the the city streets, and
New York is not the plsce to go into
dresmlsnd 10. Abstraction written on her
face, aud her reticule loosely held 10 her
hand. the country girl was an object calcu
lated to attract the attention OF the first
evil disposed individual who met her.
And very soon two young men in shabby
clothes with low, evil faces aud stun bled
up against her, reproved each other for
hitting against the lady. and while she,
confused and alarmed, endesyored to get
out OF their way, snatched her re,ioue and
fled
The next moment rid Of her dreams
for the time being. Debble realized the
fact that she was alone and penDiess in
great strange city.
What sh III dop she ask ed herself. as
tears filled her eyes. The dress is gone,
sgain1 will they take me on tho cars
without money.
Stories u passengers who had been set
of 10 swamps or tumbled over b.ijges,
for lack OF tickets, rushed into her mem
Dry. She had not friend in New York.
II was such wicked place. Robbed now.
might she not be murdered nextP Peo
Pile looked at her curiously An impu
Ient foreigner leered at her. A dingy
nan approached and clutched her arm.
lie only meant to beg, but the girls
nerves were quite unstrung by tins time,
md she gave little scream snd turned to
un. I is time some one caught her y
Iand.
Oh, please don't kill me, sobbed Deb
lie. y
But the hand was clssped more tightly. u
What is the matter, Debbie? Don't S'
on know me? said voice, and there was IL
II. Charles Doughty. =
Oh, thank goodness sighed Debbie, ~
I'd clung to him as though her life were y
! danger. %
Take my arm. little country girl, he "
i'd. New York is enough TO distract one 81
nused TO 1t. And what is it2 Are you '"
st? Have you been frightened2 70
lot exactly. said Debbie, but I've been III
,bbed, aud began to think | should ~
ot get back home Oh. how good you ~
ere to find mel But. | declare. | won
ar you are not ashamed OF me 10 this ~
labby dress, as il my father we're a beg 'e'
.r. not the rich man be is and so excited 10
ID ell. think perhaps you better not '"
I me take your arm. shall disgrace ~
~, Mr.. Doughty; | shall indeed. | de vi
are it's blue IN som places and yellow ~
Others, ~
I q M
id Nr. Charles. don't think anyone 's'
,uId il il we're shsbbier than II is. 'o'
It's well for me flr shan't have snoth ne
soon, said Dsbbie, with sigh for the
ST purse Is this the way to the depot, al
r. Doughty7 SUI
No, said the gentleman. We are going pn
lunch fret. You must be starved.
I'd so the money is gone, poor child? oe
d he patted the baud upon bis arm, and ne
sbbie's color rose, ~
Her soft little face With hush upon it NV
r blue eyes shining through long lsshts '''
the golden hsir linking itself into Ii. or
waves upon the temples. as it would, 'aH
iDg Dsturslly curly, not crlmrled - '''
lde pretty picture. Charles beut bi. Ai1
sd over and looked at her. coz
Little one, be said, tenderly. have you eu
en- happy with usi 'n'
Happier than | have ever been be u''
e, said che, from her heart. '"'
And you like ny mo,ber' w.
love her. said Debbie. looking up, "'
DO you like me' whispered Charles e'e
ughiy.
Debbie looked down; and for the fret w.
ie she knev che might have given him Ou
same snsser. ~
BE knew ii, too. '"'