The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1858-02-04

Two very desirable objects, we could
bring them about and yet appear all right
before those whose opinion we Covet.--
And yet l care very little about Mary
Harris in comparison to the farm
,vWeIl,1 1 am as anxious to ruin the one
as am to get the other, for l never will
forgive her for not consenting to become
the wife of our Robert. No, | never will,
for she was the means of his ruin! Had
he never seen her, he would not have CIV
en- himself up to intoxication, neither
would be have left us to follow the sea,
and now be roaming through the world,
he cares not WHITTIER
Mr.. Green did not appear to notice the
last remark made by his wife but after a
few moments silence on his part he look
ed up saying, Il can't see any way that
we can get the farm and keep clear Of the
law. wife
Il. can, you have mortgage on it for
the money you lent Bower to pay off some
of the debts that his father left him to
settle upP
Yes, but he is sbrewd, he will meet
those demands,
when does the mortgage run out?'
In just sixty days more, and l guess
Nathan will have pretty hard time Of it
to raise the amount he owes me; but if he
fqils to get the money, that will make it
>. ..s$l ittsSofor me, as | shall give him
no more grace than just what the law al
lows A smile of satisfaction passed over
the wife s enne3 and then an expression
rested there that no human eye could in
terpret
A little way down the toad from uncle
Nathan's farm house, was a little low
rooted cottage, half concealed by green
leaves and bright flowers. The narrow
panes were shaded with curtains as spot.
lessly white as the winters snow, save
where here and there the faint shadow of
the prairie rose fitted and danced in the
summer breeze.
There was a little garden in the back
ground where an Industrious hand had
caused fresh vegetables to come forth and
reward the industry of her who had pure
soul to appreciate Gods gift. This cot
tage was the home of Mary Harris; it was
where she was born, and it was where she
first took the holy name of wife. 1t was
here, too, that her three babies first COM
menced to live; so the little cottage and
its surroundings were very dear to her,
and this was why she begged her noble
husband to consent that she might re-
main here with herwidowed mother, while
he was far away where business called
him; Mary's young family and i'll health
preventing her from accompanying him,
The mother, too, had begged that her
child might stay with her in his absence,
promising when he returned that she
would no longer remain at the cottage,
but would go with her children to live in
the city.
In year William Harris was to return,
but before that time expired, his valuable
watch and other articles of value were
brought to her by one who sailed in the
same ship, and stated that he stood by
his berth and saw his last struggle on
earth, and so sudden and severe was his
sickness he had penned no letter, nor left
any clue whereby his wife could learn
aught of his history save what he had
told her in times that were past, that he
had father residing in England who
would leave him large amount Of prop
trty at his death,
Two years had now gone by since Will
liam Harris pressed his young wife to his
bosom, kissed his babes, and then left all
he held most dear. Those two years had
made geeat change at the cottagej Ma.
ry' S mother had sunk to rest, her bed
shaded by a low dropping willow. The
young wife had grown very pale, the
means that William had left for a years
support were long since exhausted, and
Mary and her children must have suffer-
ed had not the kindhearted Nathan Bow
er often stopped there while on his way
home from the mill, and left part of his
grist. None know why the father took
such an interest in the unhappy Mary;but
some said that her father, in his youth
was Uncle Nathan's warmest friend; 9TH
ers said that Mary's mother was once a
hadsome gill, so thought the then young
farmer, but she preferred young Doctor
Lee, even if he were poor; others said it
was Uncle Nalhan's natural disposition to
be kind to the needy; but with Uncle Ma
than's past history we have nothing to
do.
Fity-nine days had expired since Rue.
ben Green and his wife had that conver-
sation at their home. Uncle Nathan's big
chair was drawn up near the claw-iool
stand in the farm house kitchen, and be-
fore him lay large heap of money which
he was counting.
Aunt Ruth had forgotten her opposi'
ton to the little Anna, and now began tc
lbink many Of the little deeds that the
did looked cunningj she scolded
lIss and sometimes told her story. al.
y tsb6ugh nature never furnished her with
SO loving heart as t5a4t,in the 6reas %
her husband Mrs1 Bower swept tRe
hearth, cPe .tas Cheese room window
and did ya lous other little chores, thet
! drawing lsg chair by the side other hug
: band, she said, Well, Nathan. we hgf
Q pretty hard time of it to raise the L IN,