The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-08-10

rider 10 give milk 80 people Who keep them
10 hobby.
The hl.sing az cheerful grcoms IN the
stables, IN. sudden mus'esl elAng
n pals upon cohhlrs, the occasional met
~ cry Of some boy or eirl, mingied' . The
, ice. Of alto aud tenor mingle ~ith those
n hsss ard baritone insn unsocompsa'ed,
quartet, with the tender pipings ~ the
birds, the deep minor note 81 the .heer-
b,n, the slmost ,mpvroepuhle rustllne OF
leaves, the asst dIsc'rn'hle boaf OF inseet''
There W.. something shout t all that
filed me vi b j,sire 10 climb the YAH,
apa some mound ~ mnss for my head,
arg away my earrs with my hs,-h
could be said 20 hsv- any cares other than
those iollo .i,g upon y hSppr marriage OF
three yesrs standing 60 TO sleep fora
week, month, yest, ten yesr'.
A ybkel can. along, With bent back aud
wiz ned fac. drhd d like an apple and slash
ed with deep cuts, Who told me In snsstr
10 nv qaesti,n. with thai air Of in liable
surprise which is the one great character
istIc OF yokel., that Muster Toli'r" lived
there
Mr.. Arthur foiletY'
He tilud his mud -eolored hat snd passed
his crinkled hand over his upper lip, ps''
ing no attention TO the esg way 10 wh'eh
shot my second question \. him. "Mus-
ter Tuil'r's the name e COS bs, oi ave
eesrd suthin' o. Arthur, though. Meboe-"
But had vaulted the wall and was al
most running toward the house, This was
here the roler's lived. This vas the
place In which they had been content to
remain for nine VIII hile years This was the
place from which Tollr had dictated let
ters to me, perhaps twice year, to tell me
what an exquisite thing was life when love
WAS In it how beautiful his wife was, how
little he cared for sll the things he had lost,
exec pit his sight might have guessed II
from the appearance Of the trtes,the crows,
the cows, the rabbits, for there Is nothing
so catching rs love.
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prospect Of seeing these people again. ]
hadn't seen them since they were married.
| was Artbur's best man, you kno", ard /
had not forgotten the odd, pathetic and vet
strongly optimistic pictureItbey made stand
ing at the altar Of the little quiet church,
| 10 which we were alone except for the old
clergyman and his verger.
A CLINT OF sun slanted from the window
down upon the face Of handsome Arthur
Toler. His once don'i-cart- -'ittlt hang
ewes we're expressionless, wide open and
cold; but there was an iphuitely sweet
smile ON his lips rs he clung teuderly, with
almost childlike trust and faith, to the hand
OF the woman at his side-"the most beau
tiful woman 10 the world" Mary Street,
the nurse. How did 1t gos"A hideous wo.
man." they said, didn't they9 What WAS
Iitf "a hideous woman Of low birth. A
woman from nowhere, without an aich to
her name as good as that kind OF woman
generally is, good CAD !"
i That was the description they gave you,
these people who had never seen her. No
| truth In &, OF course. Mary street was DOT
a beautiful woman, as beautiful women 90.
She was no more indeed than plain wo-
man. Her face was gravelv irregular, and
even commonplace; but she looked at one
with pair Of eyes In which shone devo.
tion, constancy. truth, love-.hose things
which do not always 70 with beauty, but
which are there when beauty has shed it'
last petal and winter has withered up III
, bloom.
II / crossed the paddock, made my hurried
way through arches Of red and white rose
nto the garden round the house, turninl
with path which led TO the entrance, ant
stopped. Upon an old seat built round
/ tree upon which many initials, all endin'
! with T, we're carved sat woman leaninI
n forward with her face In her hands, h
shoulders shshi,g a. che sobbed.
a She NUT have heard my step, for sb
a started up quickly with strong fort
control her emotion, and stood looking q
). me, For moment we fac each otht
t silently.
!. "Mra. ToIler!'
. ] ,bi K there must have beer iatense sul
d prise in my voice. Her hair was whit he
|. face WAS twisted with pal and h3r eye
I were red with much CRYING. 10
n s,mething like glsduess f,shed into then
D and she lung out both her haLds, breakin
I out again into great sobbirg.
M 8. T,ller, my dear M s. Toller, don
toll me tina. Arthur"
III suppose she filed for herself the sci
le tence was sfraId to hilsh. Sue shook h'
y head. putliag 1t down on my bands
y though ashamed to let me see the 'ufIerir
d 10 her ftc'.
IGou't know exactly what dd--a ma
r. generally makes an ass Of him"lf when
sr woman cries-bat presently We were boz
n. sitting on the round seat under the tree
!, and remembered looking at Arthur To
q l.rn cut def p into the baik, and below
A MARY Toller" In fresher letters, with
a heart between the two names, aud wonde
1. ing II Arthur INSIDE these never carving
. and, IL 30, who guided bis hand.
r. Aud then she spike, liftina her hes
70 No, he is nor dead hut an crying b eau
,e -b-c.u'e IT, Say, presently, perhaps 10
q hour, may be the cause OF bis wishing l
"A had died ten years .go. On. am 90 gls
10 to ace you, to be able to tax to you, TO Il
o. 70 all the suppressed sufi rilg OF the Ia
IL six months
N Suffering Bat | thought you we
h So
a Happyf uati' six months ago us6d
n ihiIk the world vas m d. for Us, that
WAS our particular pnpert' tbs, the ~
be ,hone for us, the bird. ssng fer Us, y
D. flowers put on thsir colors for u. "
Il. Sc, M d to be the tnly p opie 10 the ~or