The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1905-02-09

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show,d me The dif-rncs, ard u seems dre'
fGl III not to LEI 'sm 60. she sslc. 10
momeut.
Tslnt. Tsinf, rosise. They're ourr
There cur fesh aid blord. They're Gu
love AZ life. There's no Injustice 10 ,hel
shsri1 our ict ~ We wss rich they
sheer II. An 40, /. we're POOR, they Gao
do ksow, the tsld rather slowly,
seems ter me tibet can see Many. now
the way the womand drem her. she''
lock Ike spsirit--
Many There Was note Of horror 4
his voice. "A u hi. eeai sister ttood r,adl
10 secnse him Of utfSithfuln,ts. No,
tell you, no, LOUSY " We give one up
we've got TO do |. leeto,slly, for good hn
all. We're never TO see that on- again
She Amt goiu' TO bev II ',htmed OF 10
u poor relations, bmeby.
She couldn't help ils rmemberin' th'
mother answered d,ilsnlly.
Al but the baby.
she can't have tie bsty! she can
have The bab, Ths,a plthd J cried ,h'
mother, her shslIpg soiee cs, ght In
sob.
Id ru Lcf she'd have lin lLsn sny Of
the olbeis,
No, no, "a My. IL baby The
helpless lIttIe lhiu' Shs tokto erself tc
aud fro, her bsLds b'diBs her face, sshsn'
ed Of tesrs, bbt Glad q h,ir relief
dont ssk fer much, sha sobber, but 7
seems : II | might kotp my eva babNs
shd ttipk | vas irliL' Ter rob yer OF
'em.
do know bu. what ys b,
Come, LOUSY. Don's lets quarrel over
this. Lat ser'us You're all worked
up. The baby's safe enough. She don't
want no Iussin' babies. And little Jo's
safe, though he's so piDdln' mebbe some
delicate livn' 4 be the best for him.
Soon's she see he WAS goin to be crippled
she'd send him b, ok, an he'd mise 1t more q
ef he hadn't had Il.
He's one that needs love, too, little Joe
10, said the father ri ctively. An she
couldn't love him, no way, like bis own
folks.
There was no tound 10 the room, for .
while, but the woman's stihed sobs. She
looked up with sbu der, the whole black
night seemed pressed against the pane aud
staring 10 now and then the wind stirred
q vine there with restless tap. She rose
TO light another lamp les SO dark, she
said, seems as II | couldn't seem to think
And It's 60 slill I'll have to holler' As
the shadow crossed the window Bos'n woke
outside, and far.ofI Hsrriman's dog answer.
I'd his bay.
Folks can allus keep their dogs che said.
There, there, there, exclaimed her hus-
band, you amt no need to feel so, Lguisy.
guess We can keep what's our'n. They
.in't gonn yit. They Amt goin' more Of
EN-. I'll take the whole blamed business
ID me wy, yes, s'pose that pesky woman
lost her money where'd the child be
hen and he started to his feet and walked
up and down the kitchen.
Yes cried the mother, looking up esger'
Y from the lamp che Was adjusting, whose
lame glittered In her teart; spose she did
ruin't impossible, Ia 1t, nowS Then ihe
lied to brush tn, tears.
And that puts new face on, you see.
We ain'l s,an'In' In their light sech an all
ired lot, be we. Wal, was goin' ter cay
ven sleep on it, and see how 1t looks In
he mornin. Sleep sometimes seems ter
winner thin's. But guess we may as well
hrash IL out meow. That woman SAYS IL
viii be great thin ter be saved from
work. But do knows wanter save the
,oys work work amt no hardship.
Thouten there's tew much Of T.!
An there's q kind o. relish to the liyin
'ou git outen the ysrth. Wen we've done
With 1t, the farm'll cat up inter marker
ssrdings for the boys. 1t amt ever been
", rked for half its worth.
An some Of 'em may take ter trades.
Io'ss regular whittier already, said the
mother, picking up her knitting again; but
here's the little girls.
They'll marry! said the father Bu'
hen something dashed the triumph OF hit
one, Lesstwsys It's likely. There's tui-
lands enough sech as they be. do know
d ruther they stopped at hum wnis. we
lid.
A lot Of little gran'children ain'f so bad,
aid his wife, persuasiyely. wouldn't hev
ny body mis-, the pleasure we've had In
ur young uns.
An, the little folks'll keep us young com.
n back and tumbllu' roun' Well ! guess
veil chance 1t. Durn the woman She
hpks, because mans got Elk or seven
iiIdren, how many are they, l. 'uisy
,y-r can keep count, th0uten | lot I'm Of
IN my d gers.
There's nine, countin Many.
81 theyibe. Well, guess we'll chance
+ Well, gueis there's love enough to 20
ourd, ard porii ,ge, tew. AIRY ore on 'em
Iss got better lookout n Harrlman's poor
'nur gster How many've they buried.
.ouisy, The Harrimsntf
All they had, but this one. She was q
reiful shif'lefs creeter.
Tsii'G everyone's got your faculty,
.ouisy.
TIE color mounted 10 bis wife's face aud
,ufned out the fr,ckles there. The poor