The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-03-16

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Sarah Cooper looked up from her bal
ing. ana started Al the sIsh, thst met b
etes A drop Of MELTED butter spllled oy
her tstd and burned h'r.
Msris Tht ch.I ,hc calculated, shsrpi
| Y@, h's IN Sally Hide me, hide n
qaIci
Fsr- ID, xoodncsf--ssk, gutfs ye
are cnkr, Maria
No, but I'm on The vsrge-l'm on II
toitsrln' verge, eroaned the New Year
caller. liycu don let me hsvea place
hide 10 tefere they cone, shall topp
clear ever he verge, saili.
They Who con,
The selec,men. They've coming TO carr
me TO The poorhouie. They've been ,
ihiea,enin' an G-ibfeatenin'. Then tb,
came | saw them through the frent wiz
dow. had just tine to run ont o. the bac
ooor and over here. Sally Cooper, get U
ofi'n your ktees and lock at me. When "
was little loseih r, you uster be mallr
believe the whole tin, ros you make be
lieye yeu was me and III y we're coming +
AXE you to the paoihouse. Make believ
your heart was brele. Make tell We you't
luther lay down an fold your hands AL die
YOU would've, OF ly there wasL'taDy money
left to bury YOU with
The shriil, * lad yo'ce e,me 10 a iud
den stop, but the loa c.il,i iistle kltcher
seemed to iirg wi h IL tri IL raig In
Sarah CoopeIs ears shs had not close
her eyes, or se aged dr,ani Y 10 rc ckipg.
chair, but she had made believe It all.
There had been time, standing there fac.
Ing the little weird, wi'd figure Of her New
Ysar's caller.
Maria Thacher, -- she caught the shrunk.
en- shoulders " her strong, gentle hands,
and pushed the little lsure before her into
The other room you lay down there on that
sofy and rest you Done think about tel
sctmen and poorht uses again, and don't
gou worry. IN zee to everything.
But they will fad me here | wish
Vou d hide me me, Sally, shrilled the brok-
n voice.
I'm not going to hide you, Maria, calmly,
,ou're going TO lay tight there In plain
ight. ! guess you've got as good right
o stay out Ia the open IS anybody. Now
ou drop of--s little mite Of sleep will do
GU sight OF good. | tell you III see to
verythlng. She was gone instantly, be-
ore the excited voice could wall again.
md the had closed the door behind her.
Halfway across the kitchen il)or she
ncountered two men. They stood awk.
srdly, hat in hand, and smiled apologeti.
llly at her.
Good morning, Ms Cooper.
Good morning, Sally. The tller man
I'D trotttd her on his knees. We come
aht in after we'd knocked couple Of
mes. We calculated you didn't hear.
Why, Mr., vos, Why, Uncle Silas
ak right ii The little fun wrinkles
ERE In Sarah Coopei's gray eyes. wish
,lh ofyou happy New Year. II was
al neigLb ,rly in you to call on me, but
~ made mistake In tbs door. ! don't
ceive New Years calls In the hitch
Et--eI-wait, Mrs. Cooper, interposed
e oupger mar, neIvously. An--er--ex-
aDation IL net dful. We are out this morn
Z 10 our Of ficiai capacity-er, capacities
TO pei form painful DUTY.
On, does it hurt. smiled the little hos
j., wickt dly. | Lever made New
sir's call myself, but didn't suppose 1t
Sally, laughed Uncle Silas, you st quit
ur fooiin' We're In solemn 'arnest. 1t
Il always a pleasing duty to take poor
1ercent soul to the town house.
ihen don't take me, promptly. Because
lcle Silas, Lo knowin' but Pliny would
CT.
GU piece Of mischief You amt grow
up much tince trotted ye on my knees y
We tied yer blue tar ribbon into my
iskers an lei me 20 to meetin' with 1t
II. But serious, Sally, we're looking for
Or Maria Thachsr. She's got TO the y
end OF her rope, an has been staivin'
sell on nothin' this nobody knows how y
<.
'oor Maria Sally was tel us enough U
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ies, yes, poor soul lL'll come hard to
'hacher to 20 thar, but she'll be took .
Q Of an have warm room bn' victuAls u
omethin' che ain't had lately. The towns ~ y
to interfere. Pleasant or not pleasant, !
a matter O duty. "a
.es, duty, Mrs. Coop r, echoed the ~
niger selectmsn, with important stress "
he little word. We failed to flnd--er- ~
q Thachtr at her place, and 20 came ~
T here TO Il qaire for her. "
"a, .he's here. She'r lay Ia on my sofy, 81
! hope to goodness she's dropped tfi
can't hear US talking Her heart is OIL
ken Uncle Silas, Mr.. N0se. !"
oor little soul an
nd she "a have taken her time for dying
o. the Lora's hands u there'd been any III
icy left TO be buried viii. Wickedi eu
/, but we dob't any II US know what lie IN
TO be Thscher ard come on the town.
Ibe we'd al be wicked. Nov, what | ~
il 10 tsy 10, Mnii Thaeher sin't coming ia'
be town while I've spare room and w
on my pantry shell Sle ibg on 'e'
haven't teen Pliny yet, bu. know ~
". Now hsye to batte my chicken w
d.
hen Piiny Cooper csme b, me at noon, w
Whole llAle bcuse be " pp d into was -
ny wiih COED, VAIN smells, ard .
log wifr In . White iprop With tdgirg "
irch,s deep net him st the door. ",
spps Ne~ Year, Pity, You came
e la.t on the niLuis; The chIckep's ~ ~
, 10 turn. Bat xii;, Piity Pliny, ~
,e bad New Years caller. 10
10 nc y.