The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1903-01-22

l sbsll so With .on. Atih.r sid. ops
lJ t.tins Phil In his srns. s,ii yo
must ehooss, dear Let ne take II back
II 20 yoa gill let me follow every uherr
No, nol | gill mol let yen speil yon
lihl fhii protested. tn, be held be
isst, saying. 80 be looked Matic Male
0rshsm square 10 the eye. pbriomsp. Il
ny promised wife, sbd not by . fsi
sesiher promise Wherever yoa ms,
isle htr shsli 60
Gnhams eyes we're sni1rcsl. yet not
uniind. Tba,'s rs you please, youns
nsn. be saii, waving bis hsod mp sud
dove. Bat II you'll heed a fiendly
word. stsy behiud, at least 81 fret, You
see, you'd be 90 psiepily, 90 p,lpsbls 70
nsrtic yon'd be sci dovn, no, rs isci,
buls press sseuts iske.
Toe seice there, nodding toward Phil
omeps. Is so pare. 30 golden, 80 rsrely
lfne II needs be be kept high. not yul
sstz'd give yon my word the roaring
lions Supposed 10 hsuu, stase ann.s sr~
really DO more then yelIiag curly poodle'.
They tag alter and iawp upon yoa iCr 40
encouraging look or wer1, come 10 the
whistle aud tom bic over themselves 10 fnl
low foeet even hall lifted. Bu, ~
Tor danger, ny friend. even an uneon
scious look scsres them away. Mics
Tfyon has only to be herself 10 order to
be always mi everywhere perfectly sale,
Notwithstanding | shall 90. Arthur
said obstinatsiy.
Grsbs shrugged his shoulders Miss
Tyon, the elder OF the eunts. csne
tripping bstseen the borders. her deli
cstely wrinklsd iscs eIhsling a spiritual
fragrance like the scent OF dried rose
lesves. Come 10. oil oi you, she said
eagerly. The,e's a peddltr on the pi' ~
an elderly man. aud be looks as tired.
carrying that heavy pack, Snch lovely
tblnssl Yes. deprecAtipgly to Philomens
Martha and l let him show them, but
indeed ii was after We told him We could
not buy. / thought. though. maybe,
Arthur only his mother gets 30 much 10
the city. But really there is the love
liest length Of broosde. almost exactly
like my grsndmotber's second days elk -
As she spoke che had bnddled the
other three in front OF her toward the
house, much rs she would have marsh OIL
ed fowls tra utrnly.
At the piszz, steps Philomens sal down
but the men both fell to examining the
peddler's wares, Graham almost immed |
ately csught up the length o' brocsde,
crying as he threw il over Philomens's
shoulder. Here's exactly what is wanted
for your arst opera oostumel
la spite OF herseli Phil gave little de
lighted oly, ths silvery satin ground vas
so rich and lustrous. the apple blossom
strewn over II so perfect 10 line and color.
She was sorry when the peddler said re
specifully.
That. sir, is an ordered bit. so not
Ior sale.
Get another piece for your order. I'm
bound 10 have this one. said Gtshsm
good humoredly.
Tue peddler shook bis head. Taere 10
not another piece like II. be said: This
vas specisllo woven for happy day
,oyn.
Who is to wear II. Philomens ssked
'oitly. sitting . Sigh. Somehow she
ound herself trembling, oil her courage
,cziog away. She wished ss che had
never wished b,iore that she had some
body OF her own to lean on. Her other
lad died when she Was born Her
sther had gone away, disappeared, leav
pg her only q clouded name for heritage,
She had never known until The trouble
'sme. then Uncle John bad spoken harsh
vords' 1t was that. ss m uch ss love for
be cunts, wtioh kept her stesdisst TO
be thought OF going ont into the world
md winning it's spplau 9.
Sbe had never been curious or envious
mt somehow there swelled 10 her .
ense OF passionate idiury sgsinst the
unknown who was to wear this happy
lay gown. ordered no doub. by q fathers
owing pride. Sle crushed the rich fabric
between her a 1sers snd HIed . long
ook on the peddlers face,
A girl is TO wear II tibet IL, il che
booses, the p llIer said. moving . step
lesrer.
Then she saw that be WAS more travel
'orn and wesry than ssed. Dimly,
uncertainty. she saw. bo, = likeness thst
lrew her electricslly 10 her feet.
through the open hall door her fathers
portrait showed 10 the bloom and strength
Il young manhood. She gisnced from
/ TO the pc idlef and back spsin, then
TODD white - death. facing him. too
bsken TO speak. His eyes followed hers
nd grew misty ~ be be cried
Sistersl Dsugbtersl 50 l have reslly
iept my plscel Phliomens. my baby. the
Isppy day gown vas brought Ior you.
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