The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1855-04-26
GbriIling Story,
From BallOu's Pictorial.
THE MILLER'S B0ARDER
BY GEORGE P. BURNHAM.

In the village of Clatville, in one of the
northern counties of England, there lived,
some years since, man named Rushton,
miller by occupation, a quiet, good-na-
tured man, and thrifty in his business. Bob
was very intimately known by the whole
neighborhood, for his mill was the only
good one about in the region of Clatvllle,
Rushton had no children, and for seve-
raj years after his marriage the miller and
his wife got along nicely without any do
mestic, living frugally and happy. At last
there came along an old bachelor, by the
name of Henry Blessner, who desired tC
take lodgings with them. He was wei
to do in the world, and desired only a quie
home; his money was safely invested, ant
he had had enough of the confusion o
town life. The terms were agreed upon
and Blessner took up his aboade at tn
Pond House., as Rushton called his resi-
dence.
Soon after, the miller's wife found tn
care of her family too great for her, and
servant was taken into the house to assls
her, to whom but trifing wages were paid
1t was soon found that Betsey Ransom wa
not what she was taken for. She woul
lie, when she committed faults, and sh
was not over-industrious in her inclinf
tons. But Clatville was an out of-the-wa
place, and the wife of Rushton could do 1
better; 50 she managed as best she coul'
and continued to retain the girl, who SOC
became acquainted with dissolute mi
:, employed at the neighboring inn, who Wis
e ted her often at the Pond House.
: Where did you get acquainted with I'll
v man Easton?' asked the miller's wife, o
&c day, of Betsey, alluding to the visits of tt
- fellow.
in "ere in town, ma'am, said the girl.
And did yon never see him, until
= came to Clatville, to live with me-? c'
" tinued Mrs. Rushton.
= No, ma'am-never in my life
"a, ,% 'Mr. Rushton says.he is not very
spectacle person. And he thinks
:. would be better off, if you did not per
CO. him to visit you here
= If some people I could name wo
o est mind their own affairs-I don't mean 3
ma'am-they'd get along better, I'm thi
,n in',' replied Betsey, rudely, and \
Rushton turned away.
hla A week afterwards the miller and
wife went over to the shire town, on
on. porary visit, and returning home at a
Dad hour in the day, lost the way, mistal
- the road. After riding some miles,
Dry dark, the miller discovered his mist
''' and turned homeward, once more, W
he did not arrive until near midnight.
He found his house locked fast
supposing, from the lateness of the h
hn. that the occupants were asleep he kno'
lOp, Justify, and called to Betsey to admit
one but he received no answer!
one She sleeps soundly, on my word
You gested the miller's wife.
'''r Sleep exclaimed Rushton, If
wants SO confounded lazy, by dayl
,gs. @ I'd swear she was dead. But where
my Blessner be? If he's here, to be SUI
must hear this noise. Hallo open the d
me screamed the miller, and giving it
R, the latch gave way, and he tumbled B
., long into the entry.
.By Jove!' he exclaimed, picking u
= portly person again, the door wasn't
C tened at all. They left it open for us
why didn't you try the handle Il
queried his wife.
Is'pOscd it was locked Of courf