The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-01-05

NAt NV Aut ttbt VI Att taN'H N''N"N"
sIlsbeAded e,ri hsa troksn his old worl
10 pieces.
FORA time he contemplated the toes
bis tooiS. Tnen be drew instli sudden
ly alert. A lock Of fixed determinatio
came iaio bis face, svd one uisht have zee
alta sudden that the face WAS made for se
tim, by whatever accltent iaertness be,
taken il for lis Own. lie had washed hi
face that morning ard had shaved, so ths
Its vel cut Gu, lac was unimpeded by
weeks growth OF beard, His dark brow
eyes, his whol,s lDe, fuidy complexion
his ,lish,lg, eurllog dark hai', belonged Il
q handsome fellow. The Tact was borre II
on him that even though the bit Of looliai
lass which te a. last unesrtb,d was b,
no means n,tterer. II he we're lik'
other mer-he had been won't TO pile hin
Oh no, being like other men-ho woult
hsyea cisece WI Susg.
He sptle con I ou. aloud as b,
stood up, vi. m9l..n q bis anna ans
body ss though be wtu'd shed The oil.
foul rags, somo,lii < that was In the naiur,
Of an cath, that he wauh b = ano her mar
lhsn he lad t'e, u order to via Su.,
Whelsn.
1. wa. sunday. u Cay lie uallg spen
In the II Ids, sucking bis blach pipe and con
ttmplatipg the wolss OF CD 10 sp'ri
not so uulile that Il tie heimlts OF old
This SUNDAY - sender I wonders ,--sf.ei
be had eaten ! Il wretch, m,ai, he began
to lidy up. / lhs kitchen there was the
accumulation oiyta's OF rnbblsh-s perfect
mountain Of Il, He began to clear II away
with feyerish energy, turning the contents
almost bodily out into the yard. When he
had the place comparatively Gear he look
ed around him.
II 'ud be a deal better for coat o. white
wash, he said, an sure, soap an water
hasn't been on 1t these thirty years.
Suddenly be narg up his hat with boy
ish laugh. Mary Maclean, he said. |
never thought o. Mary Maclesu, yet shes
the very woman for me.
Mrs. Msclesn was somewhat poor
widow who had married Dorth OF Ireland
man and spent her married life In Ulster.
After she had been widowed she returned
to her native place with "no!ionsn about
thrift and cleanliness which made her gene
rally unpopular 10 Ballinacapple. She was
a kinswomsn Of Bernard Riordap, and had
an odd liking for him despite his wave,
which she abhorred. She would defend
him, indeed, against herself, saying that
be wasn't any worse than others that had
less reason, snd so on.
The day after that fattful Sunday Ber.
nard interviewed Mrs. Maclean 10 her spot
less cottage, which he had been used to
feel cold kind Of habitation. Now twas
himself that was the blot on the white
floor, against the white walls, with the
little bright windows full Of musk and fuch-
sias and vinegar plants.
don't know what you're do!D' 1t for,
said Mary Maclean, austerely--she would
have scorned to ask-but know it's time
Tor 1t to be done, and I'm the woman to
help you.
Bernsrds farm was lonely spot under
the mountains, little visited. Day after
day Mrs. Maclean trudged there In the
early hours Of the morning, returning late
at night. She was silent person and
little likely to satisfy snyone's curiosity
about her business, II anybody bad mani
tested it. But, as matter Of fact she came
and went practically unnoticed.
lit had got cut In Ballinscapple that
Bernard Riordsy was bay ing soap and
sod, ard scrubbing brushes at the chop,
curiosity would have been all agog. But
Mary managed that for him. The option
of BsllinscsppIe was thst Mary 'ud tcrub
The house from under her ard the face oil
herself one Of these days, so any eccentrlc!-
lies on her part passed unnoticed.
10 fact, tie real transformation Of the
place had been accomplished before one
lay an urchin rushed into the forge at the
iast outside Ballinscappie vii
age with the news that Barney Riordan
was mending his gates.
The mats going to be married, said the
erlous wage the company.
When Barney RIordan is getting tidy,
aid snothtr, 1t must be the change before
leath.
At this very moment Mary Maclesn was
lrawlng the hood Of her cloak over her
White cay in Bernard Riordan's. The
,lsce had become quite prestntable
armhouse.
I'm obliged to YOU, Mary, said Barney.
You came to the right womar, replied
frs. Macelan. | didn'i forget the good
urn yout mother did me orce. AID now,
barney RiordaL--she fixed compelling
We upon hin--.he least yeu can do Is to
ell me VIII, Is the girl.
Bernard stammeTsd, tried hard to deny, |
nslly yielded to The compelling eye and
onfessed.
Az bis confession came out Mary Mac.
Fans Jaws dropped.
Why, you misforluna'e fellow, she said
ont you know that her match 10 to be
,sde tomorrow hight with old Tom Demp-
ey Of the Grange.
For the one aud only tlne In his life Ber-
ards fsee lost lie iuddy tints.
Id lill Tom Dempsey, be raid, ere ever
e laid a hard on her. would, so help
ie-
What n)an nse have yeui said the widow
ather scandsl'z d. Sure, you only seen
be girl once.
IN kill him b,fore tver be gets her, re
ea,ed Bernard
sare, Why wouldn't you get her yourreli
tked the widow. II you'd clane shiri
a 4 new shut o. elothet---l seen bssuli.
al shut handin' 10 Msl2ny's shop the las,