The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1903-06-04


ever shoolau 81 the sutn,Esr With ifol
blsd little ispsh. NJ iess won't vorl
prcpsll,. shs ssia. snd sireesied 90. To
san hsd Gens bebird great thresteoieI
elonis bnt Joan took no heed. All hs
uiat vas ssnlrei oa seitias 90. She tool
90 more rec, till she came sutdeniy opc,
group oi pepies siosiDs 10 The srass o
tte u,y.iee. By them her legs s,anblet
snd ssve vsy, snd che sank dosn onto tb,
srsss. She whispered 10 them 10 li,tl,
voice thst vu bresthless end full Of iesrs
I van, mother and Mao Diddyi she said
snd then che lay st,ll and ses oil her teeth
tcselher 10 keep the saba back. Bat pre-,
sn iy sbe set up. Dsy's ccning. che ss,E
cd. her grammar srosins weak 10 her q
tremity. A sudden CLEAN II, hs iscs.
Grown up angels CRY 70 give A,wsrs vs'
er, she said, - . great tssr rolled down
ber cheek and. knssliss. she bent over
the peoples end sobbsd her heart cut,
vhiIs The sssrs spIsshsA gsse shs a,vsrs.
Bu. other drops nom dssk clouds over
head drops ths. best the peoples chad
dering to The earth. The angels ere cry
log. too, urmursd Josp. sleepily. and
rolled over and 10y still.
The susels' crying was long aud vebe
meni l. voks Josn several times. bu,
she Was dtEsd With WEAKNESS. Once she
uurmured With smile: I.s most cold
bath stead Of . teppy todsy. mother, and
vent 10 sleep saaio.
ln the dimly lit room on the little bed
Joan tossed YEARLY from side TO side. You
see. little blue lsdies, II hurts bad 10 Jon
siumnick jos here, laying one bot little
hand on her chesi; bat I'm not crying,
you know.
No, my brave little darling, murmured
the vomsp, binding over ber.
Bot you is. mo!herl 10 90 sccsss Of at
ter surprise. l feel it on my head l
anked -tberinked grown ups never Oh.
it hurts. mo,hefl her nneers clineiog
sround her mo,htr's; it ho,ts. you see.
drawing lons. sobbips breath.
Presently she began. sn1iously: TGsi
did sound like crying q bit. bnt-with
trem mulou, lille laugh. II wasn.-it wasn't
really
NJ. no, Gear | know Try 10 go to
sleep. end she bessn to sing lullaby.
You sing very nioe. ell Of you. babbled
he restless voice. l do like Aower sing
ing you osn hear the wind shaking their
voices but Man Daddy won't comel Oae
10y. II vss years aud years ago, little pink
sdies. l ran end ran you see. I'm not
'ealIy . butterfly. but, then, when batter
lies use their legs they go quite slow, and
haven't any wing, you see
A irock coated figure ben. over the bed
,ow, and the womsn's eyes never Left bis
ACE.
Fever high -she u ust be soothed.
l want Man Daddy you're not Man
Dacdy-do you know, ono dsy. when ]
vas kei-wite little-I cot mine foeer-I
'ried wasn't j. funnyi Bot Msn Daddy
led it up and l laughed cause be sid /!
vas dolly. Would be tie 10Y mmick
,p II be wss her,i 1t hurts. .ou see
b, il hurtsl
Aneuished aud broken came the wom
,n's voice: l do not know where be is.
The doctor looked grave, and presently
10 went.
Darling, you ere 20 brave and good.
vill you try TO 60 to sleep, 10 to be we'll
,hen Daddy comes bscki
IL be coming back. mosher' Oh, IL
'urssl With sob, it hurts 90. mother.
Lyon 90 to sleep. dear -ob. do tyI
will shus mine eyes tight; mother.
o.
The restless little body lsy risidly still.
Think Of the sheep. dear, said the moth
9, using recipe she had io1nd success
ul With Josn IN former childish illness.
,ount them ss they come up 10 the gate
nd jump over il. See. there they go
ne. two, three.
Presently the eyes opened With . pi!
oosly worried look,
Mother. they sticki They voht jump
amp over the gate d slll
All The womsn's pride bad gone.
6he rscked her brain for some olev to
or husbands whereabouts. Al last she
hought she bad one. faint end elusive,
OF she wonld try -she would telegraph.
he crept from tbs room while Josn Icy 10
o unessy dose. and wrote her telegram,
I'D sent IL th si,h . wild prayer 10 her
cert.
The night so long tbst Joan thougbt
lser each dosa that II vss ireeh wesry
light beg un sesio passed, the snn rose
, . glory thst flooded the room snd shons
ink on the weary little face lying on she
ruspled pillow; and then, when the pink
lory hsd faded snd lei. only one bar Of
old peepipg throssb the bliods. snd rest {
,g lovingly on the yellow eoils. be came
tr.isnt TO the little bedroom be osm'.
You see, queen Of the garden, bsbb!sd ,
10 restless little voice, IL hurts rather /
ID. he loved you the besss I o. sli. bat
Q won't come -snd mo. tot CRY. you
10. But II hurttl
Hs ben. over her. her tiuy herds 10 bis.
Joan
Josn's besuios emile greeted him.
He has come. qaeen Of the ssrden - /,
Ian Dsddy hss comei sbe ssi5, win 90
I6nite content, and fell ssi.ep.
When she svskene1 ths psio hs3 Most
Doe.