The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1904-12-01
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AZ instsrls Breathing sptll ne n call,
her up again.
Ceniis'. why can't get my houssf
I'm sure don't kbo~, ,be answered wll
suspicion q laughter 10 her voice.
l'li bet lbofe eeufcurd' d servants NJ
gosfiplng down 10 the bsS ment Rlrg II
sgsin, and rltg 'em ke itunder.
Gen,ral obcJe hls orc,rs tusrseilcally
but Without rtrults.
eaL'l gtt Sny answer, she said gent
to the lrste msn Of the other end Of th
line, bat III try them sgsin 10 few mir
utes. and II get an answer III call yo'
up NJ, won't forge, she sad, slmos
before the man hsd uttered bis warning
know you call tho house every mornir,
from the ciilse.
Thark you, saii the man, much molli
fed; these seiySnts are so careless, ard nj
niece, who looks after the children, Ia con
ficcd to her room.
Circleyllle's telephone system WAS ro
very complicated, The three giils who pre-
sided In the central fiiee were not kept oc
cupi,d as 10 larger city, because this ws'
rev Institution 10 the pretty inland city
and subscribers were not coming In fast
enough 10 satisfy the telephone company
lly one Of the gifls hailed from Circle.
vile. The other two were from Chicago,
and IL was Margaret Baxter, one Of the
Chicago girls, who had answered d Mr.. Dick.
sons imperative calls.
For the next few minutes she was kept
busy plugging In ard out on her beard.
But sll the time queer little fmile hover.
cd about her lips, ard a light, almost ten
der, shone 10 her eyes.
II would be very funny, she said to her.
seif, II II should sli be Strengthened cut by
telephone, and would not at all be sur.
prlsed II that is last what Jack hoped for
Then she turned suddenly and rafg up
234 j.
A rather thick voice with distinct bro.
que answered this call with sullen "IIel-
lo,n Msrgsret's face turn'd grave and
Arm lines showed about her mouth.
Why has no one answered The tele.
phones che said rather s'ernly. have
been ringing you on and tff for ID min.
utes.
Sure, I've somethin' to do besides run.
mn up them stairs to answer this bell. It's
a wonder woman can't eat her breakfast
/ peace.
Margaret corrected 23i J with 10 N,
sigtiog softly TO herself, "Poor Charley,
and bis babies at the mercy Of that wo.
man.
The conversation at the wire claimed her
attention. There were reasons why che
ielt that she had right to listen.
Hello, Mary, is this youi
Yestir.
How Is Master Reginald
Fine, sir
What did he eat for his breakfast,
A peach, a bowl OF rice an milk and five
cakes.
Now, Mary, I've told you repeatedly not
10 let him have hot cakes.
Then, tir, you'll, have to stay at home
and keep him frcm 1t. LIS cook l am
az d no nurse.
Well, well, said the man anxiously, SIS
,ne who reallz d he was In predlcsment
ard needed the good will Of everyone. |
I'M sure while Miss Ellen Is sick you will
ook after the children, and will not for
get 1t when | pay you next week.
This bit Of diplomacy ELECTED no reply
from the other end Of the wire.
Has Miss Bessie gone to school?
She has not. Sure the strings Of her
iood and one OF her rubbers Is lost entirely |
md told her she'd beat stay home till her
Aunt Ellen could get about.
Dear, dear, said the man, snd pro-
iigious sigh seemed to choke his utter
lnce.
Is that all, sil said the woman impatient.
y.
guess so, he replied reluc a1tly, and
lung up bis receiver.
At her end OF the wire the woman slam-
ned up the receiver with crash which
made Central Hush jast bit angrily,
lump, clump, clump. che went down the
asement stairway to meet a look Of In qulry
n the face OF her husband, gardener and
lsn OF all-work for Henry Dickson, presi
entsof the Excelsior Hardware Company.
Sure, it's the same tli thing, she said
nsppishiy, rs she tossed the soap into the
ishpsn. Ffettin' his soul cut ABOUT thote
NO children. lis no place for you ard
le, Tim. Either the old man CT the young
be ought 10 marry. What with church
I'D parthies and 1f-be-night nature into
le bargain Miss Elleu's no good at all, at
\. When she'sln the house she's In bed,
j when she's not 10 bed she's out Of the
cuse.
Tin shook his head AID marched out to ,
lie stable aud Mary turned to face shrink
z little figure In the doorway.
want to ~; behiGd the stove, Mary.
here's no flre In The library and I'm cold
| over.
IN bet tie young 'u,'s goin' to be eick,
Ia Mary as she msde room for the child
the woodboI behIni the stove. She'd
lght to had on her warn n,nnels last
eek. Sit there, dear, whilst tell you
,ou, The fsiriss Paddy o Glyn met on bis !,
sy TO Donegal fair.
The man st the other end Of the llae hsi c
'sn lesuinR back 10 chair, starlrg up st 7
e Gel Ing. Finslly be called his stenoRra. I
Ter and dictated letter. Il was sddress.
to Charles Dickson, ard wound up - /
llows:
While you're Ia Chicago vish you would I
70 10 to see your Aant Mary Graves. (
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