The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1902-09-25
nv Poet.


morning packing my trunks Tor my fsll
removal IRON my nnels's bouse in ,be
country TO the marble ironted bo,el on
Bro,dvsy that nun bsred me esch winter
smons its inmates when my consin Ads
Iside came dancing into the room end
CON N .pded me 10 give mp oil thoughts
OF = journey for three months Of least
And Why. prsyi l ssked, You know /
have 10 90 on, West alter reach New
York. Come what may, must see 80
Indian summer on the prsiries.
Bother the prsiries aud the Indian
summer. tool cried Adelside, tsklng .
letter from her spron pocket and waving
II 10 the sir. Look at the signature.
| did look, and | might have been
looking TO this day for oil the iniotma
tion | got. bat Adelaide grew impatient
and snstching the letter from my bsno,
exclaimed, Listen, you goosel aod read
the letter aloud.
| Ny Dear Fiend- an coming into
the country for month or two. My
doctor positively iorbids my staying in
New York during the i.ll. Remember
ing our old schoolboy league, l have
selected w. ss The place oi my exile and
shall be there on the Goth. wind and
wssther permitting.
What do you think Of .hstf asked
Adelaide. making large eyes at me over
the top Of the letter.
have not heard anything 10 make noe
postpone my journey.
Wait . moment Ill 6ai,b am. ss
ever. yours hithiully-
Well, go on,
james Q ntmsn,
James Q ii,msni You are mad. Aidie.
He can nev be coming here.
There 10 the letter. Father has slvsys
known him. it seems: 1t is the poet. and
We ere TO have him stay here oil the
time, Father lie TO meet him ct the
station tonight and not lei him go to the
hotel on sny account. Won't people
stare when We walk into church next
Sundsyf
1 closed the lid OF my trunk In the
t~iuklipg Of an eye. The poet had so
often lopgtd TO sec, the man over whose
tender verses | bad ~ sde myself Niobe
tcores OF times was it possible thst the
same roof was going to shelter us bothf
Dinusr was = thing unthousLt OF In
the house that day. and my uncle lunch
ed meekly 1t one Of the china closets tfl
cold meat and bresd and preserved straw
berries. while Adelaide snd l actually
ste rose leaves and susr and cream IS
suitable pendant 10 the work 10 which
We were sngssed. Nothing less ethereal
would We par.ske Of while fitting up the
poets chamber. By 1 O'Clock that after
noon our lsbors we're ended. The house
Was like bed Of roses.
or course the train vas late that aisht
Trains always are late when We ere eX
peo.ipg anyone by them, and Addie and
bad time 10 work ourselves into . fever
ish slsts Of excitement thst gave us
some very becoming red cheeks. We
h ard the whistle Of the train, and fve
minutes l,tter We heard . csrtisge stop
before the gate. The poet had comel
II eli d bed out OF oArrisse something
Il = crab, sidewiss. and, coming up
tbe gr.vsled walk toward the front door.
presented to our sdmiring eyes. the fig
urs OF . stoutisb, middle-sged man, with
dark eyes aud hair and . very pleasant
mile. Be did no. vesr y Spanish cloak
.nd sou hrero. BE was clad 10 linen gar
meu,s aud tbatcbed With . rough straw
hat thst had evidently sasB er'ice. We
hesrl hin as he cam, up the walk.
Very pretty house. Tom. very pretty
houss. Those girls your daughters, heyi
| see they've got those horrid city isshiops
low neck and short sleeves. II / bad
dau shter, ia sew her dress 10 her esrs.
Addie and looked At esrh other 10
0 consterps,ion and barely tnsnsgsd 10 give
him . civil greeting ss be crossed The
Was this the man Who had
rsvsd about his Lydi.'
That bosom, white and fond snd fsir.
l ~ouid l we're the ensmored cir
To i.int sud fsil 10 passing there.
Los pecks, indeedl sat besiJe him
It the tee table, % bad been previously sr
'sns.d. sod cav tbst I'll Thugs we're
within bic rescb. Never did Hindoo idol
~ bi. volsry more severely. had bard
y time 10 tnitcb moulhfu myself.
housh for the mater u that, lis sppe
lite qnits took s~sy ny osn He YES . :
'ssolsr Dr.. JJbtson for tes. sir.sb1rry
preserves pleased bin. sbd Gods bs;uit
,iui,bei btfo Q bis .,iset ~ green thugs
before The march Of . cloud Of locusts.
Heaven taoss b. bal one qa.Iidestisn-
s'omset /,
Tea over, se al urSed 10 the rose scept
ID psflors. snd The soluna 90 the osntef
.bis c.nsh, hi. e 9. He took II up.
srosj over ihr pises. Ing log nos spd
h,a TO blnssii, aud faslly tossed II
'iek cfelsssly. Il
Tss useoascioa,as. Ci ssniusi whis r
,sfed Aide IL AZ ear jsst ~ hs turned /,
los Us n
VITO osss this booki =
I nodestiy answered thai I bad thst q
Irest pleasure, o
Greet plsssare, beJ' She calls II .
Tonl Hsml Isappose ought
o feel oon nplinentsd. bat I doat. Yoans n
say, will you do ne ens iavori .