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

q Tsik y ~oik loo knows there's an
!. rlesssn,sr feclln' than iss, eeln' tired.
\ When there's no more TO du, abe Answel
ed, Did you Ie, the cat out
Yea. There he's on the window, meow
! loo let him 10 whilst wind the clock
: What you barrln the door for he cried
turning sbout That door alnt never ba
. barred. ! guess The bolts too rusted /
be drawn.
!. DO know, shc answered, nervously
! the chlldrcp--
He laughed. | guess nobody won't ee
thin children 'iih me rouu', he said. ~ol
der lha, woman didn't want this clock
Aint told your WV
Wal, she can't have IL, llttla Johnny. l
WAS srau'sir's, and it's goin' ter be grand
bahyt. There! I've got,er bs down q
the last bars by the time The hirds stir
III .e,th my dinner along. An when that
cri,ter comes by, you can tell her we sin''
doln' no trsdln In children, an our'n vii
all ,tsy where God put EN-. But she car
have the old stkksrlerry she WAS hsnkerir
ar .r,--ier what's fair. Did she really say
fifty dollsr,s His wife nodded severa
times empha,icAlly.
4 By mighty be cried, with his eyes lash
lag, | should think she had q screw loose
d iu'l seem reasonable King she aint flt
to handle money, let alone children. Why
| amt had 80 much as that in hand since
Bates Was bung lt seems ike highway
robbery, or blackmail, or suthin. Perhaps
we'd better say half that. Tain'l no ute
Ito us.
keep rswsberry lim 10 II, and The isll,
tibet Ia wen there's any TO keep. An the
sugar cookies, she added, hetitstiDgly.
guess I'd better say sixty. Et she oilsrin'
so much, thell give more. She's made me
sech sight O trouble dome feel ter spare
her.
She dIdnl mean ter make yer no trouble,
LOUSY.
AnyheoS, she made it,-a-wantin' my
children An she wants the old iiowered
chsny, tew. For my part, I'D ruther hev
some new vie 'ith gold bard. Aud for.
git " AT she said she's give fer the spinnin'
wheel 10 the gsrret, an the brass wsrmin'
pan. an gran n'msrm's big copper kettle to
set II Stub or 8 chrlstian-anthem. But
do'knowr e jss' the thing ter take ad-
vantage OF weak mind. Ef knowed fer
certsin che vu,n't little off,-why, faith
er, do n b'i, ,ve but tbere'd be enough to
buy psrior organ
Ef we don't put It sgin' Charles's school
In
Her face fell little. Wife, Id like ter
give ye all he desires Of yer heart, he said,
visifully.
don't " mt anythn' but wat I've got |!
she cried, y i,h sudden passion, throwing
her arms iround his neck In unwonttd
abandon, a. q hi,lsg her irce moment In
his sleeve | We got yCu aid the children!
And I've got the best wife, and they've
got the best mother 10 the hull Of Chris
tendon. Wal, we'll hev to be sstirrin'
bout as soon's we're asleep, and It's close
to no time at all, meow.
I'm sorter sorry fer that woman, though
she said, standing of and twisting up her
fallen hair. 1t was pretty hair STILL She's
a real lady. She's real lonesome. She said
t would be Ike sunbeam In the house,
like flowers, like music. Shed orter take
two Of 'em, she said.
Sho, An she can't hev one. Jes' hear
that are owl a-laughin' at it. That's wat
call music. It's a live flute
She said I'd no idee, 'th all them a.swarm
in round, wat 1t wus to have an empty
heart like her'n.
Wal, then, I'm sorry fer her. tew. Blu.
! don't feel no call SO give her my children.
You can give her the sekkerterry, ef yer
wanter.
You don't believe the children ever'll be
layin 1t up sgin US, do ye9
don't believe they'll ever need to know
any thing about it, thouteD you tell en-
An II they du, guess they'll think there's
nothin 10 heaven above, or in arth beneath
or 1t the waters that's under the arih, bet
tern father an mother love, By George,
here's that durred rooster talkin about
mornn'
Wal, you 20 long to bed. I've sponge
10 set. She went to her work, quick.foot
I'd, light hearted, her pulses singing a
oote OF thanksgiving Presently all was
quiet in the old farmhouse, except for the
slow ticking Of the clock, and nothing
stirred but the shadow Of climbing rose
that the red WAXING moon threw on the
kitchen H,or, and that the cat crept round
TO watch cautiously.
Sunset was pouring purple glory scross
the fields, the next evening, when the HI
tie girls ran TO meet their father, who came
up slowly, and wesrily, and somewhat hesi.
tstingly, carrying an odd-looking bundle
quite beyond their RI ach.
thought Id bring 1t myself, this time,
Std OF the doctor, he said; but aln't sst
your mother yet ef she wants it. Wife, be
added, as che came to the door at the
tumult, Harriman's been killed by the fall
OF that old ellum be was allus 'lottln ter
cut down. An ! come bs, an there was
this baby most perisbin'-hupgry asa bird
that's fell from the nest.