The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1907-01-03

! There was, indeed, Il similarity III tnt
| weary features, more interesting thar
beautiful, and In the dolorous, some
what constrained grace Of the stately
figure
| Mrs Burgess was woman or forty
five. Her manner, her aspect, was that
Of one who had long since ceased
wishing TO attract. In point OF fact
the wish had never been pronounced
Since her husbands death, which had
occurred ten years previously, she had
never worn n color II Is TO be sup
posed that Mr.. Burgess had loved her.
His had been Sor first and only offer
Of marriage, but in her girlhood her
heart had been given to another.
Most people who knew Mrs. John
Burgess thought Of her as the mother
of her children. She had a son in the
west who was making great ventures
In cattle and horses, and she had a
married daughter in Paris who was
writing her constantly Of her social tri-
umphs and prosperity Yes, her chill.
dren were full of their own plans and
projects, aud once or twice lately Mrs,
Burgess had been q bit surprised to
find herself feeling little lonely and
forgotten-a chill presage Of the au-
tumn winds Of life. Her summer, in
deed had flown,
Then, just at the correct psychologist
al moment he came the man to whom,
as girl, she had given her heart.
All, where were the chill autumn
winds now? 1t was st. Martins sum
mer instead!
James Walsh was q middle aged,
portly rich man and a wldower. He
had married somewhat early In his ca
reer noted beauty. A fortnight Of
wedlock had convinced him that he and
his bride had not single taste In com
mon; but, being businessllke man, on
his return from his tour de noce he'd
sized the matter up In this practical
fashion:
"'Twas the pink chiffon dress at the
Van buyers ball which was RESPONSE
BILE. Only, why wasn't it, But the
'why wasn't IT. In this case hadn't
worn pink chiffon dress, nor had she
been Mt the Van buyers ball.
Mr.. Walsh had been widower now
for three years and he still sighed with
a half abashed sense OF relief.
mo more matrimonial ventures for
me-" he'd say 10 himself, with laugh.
although he had reason TO believe that
be could lay successful siege to several
feminine hearts-that be was still quite
capable Of victory.
He had been spending August alone
up IN the mountains, and he had en-.
joyed a month Of fishing, tramping aud
dreaming 10 his hearts content. On
bis way home he'd stop for week or
two at certain little hotel reported 10
have good cuisine and rest strained 1
wrist before going back to business.
CHANGING casually over the hotel reg. I
ster, be saw the name OF Mrs. John
Burgess. There arose IN the mans .
breast curious sensation, but he pull Z
d himself together.
How absurd" be upbraided himself
ID be walked away from the desk. "As
I there were not hundreds Of John
sureesses. Why, | might even have
'oa1ed myself into believing that re-
nenDered her handwriting
er on the lawn Their eyes unexpect.
dly encountered one another.
Can II beY' cried be, with boylsh
acredulity. She extended her hand.
Il think II can" The answered, with
bat little bali smile gu the corner Of
er pure lip which be remembered so
relI
Mrs. Burgess had eseeDsd the bali