Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-11-06

was uncomfortably certain that they
were tittering at his eowhide boots and
homemade garments. He turned very
hot. and felt a moisture starting upon
bis brow. -....-
"Your parcel is ready, SIR" said the
man Of vials of galipots, and Jonathan
making dash at the square package,
neatly tied with pink twine, rushed out
OF the store, and never stopped until
he had reached the cars, whose flying
feet of iron bore him far, out of the
noisome city suburbs into the peaceful
solitudes, where the still glens seemed
TO listen as the evening train sped by,
and the golden spring twilight was full
Of the understandable fragrance of bud
ding shrubs. and shooting grass, and
early wild flowers, opening their meek
eyes along sunny spots on the edge of
talkative brooks.
"The city may be very nice place" :"
soliloquized Jonathan, as he alighted at
the little station in the woods, "but you
don't catch me going there again in a
hurry. Ny head feels like rattle box,
and 1 do believe the soles of my feet
are blistered. I'm glad l bought Efie's
present, though; 1 wonder what she
will say to i'll"
And Jonathan burst into a shy, hilari-
GUS kind of laugh, which startled the
echoes all along the glen road into hol-
low, dying cachinations. Yes-Jona-
than Starke thought he hadn't accom-
plished a bad days work. How little
do we, any of us, know what we've
done. and what we haven't.
Deacon Scott's house, on the brow of
the hill. looked dark against the Grim
son fires that yet fingered along the
west, when Jonathan Starke opened
the "keepin' room" door, and thrust
his curly head sheepishly in.
"Come in, Starke," said the deacon,
who was thoughtfully rubbing his spec
tacles, while his better half was storm
ing a substantial looking stocking at the
point of the darning-needle.
"Do stop minute, Jonathan" said
brisk little Mrs. Scott. "You are al
ways in such hurry"
And Efie, who sat on a low stool,
just in front OF The generous, glowing
fire, pairing a wooden tray of red
checked apples. didn't say word, but
pared away for dear life, and pretend
ed not to see Jonathan.
"Thankee, 1 can't stay tonight"
said Jonathan. "Efie, here's some
thing brought you for a birthday
present. --..,-----
He laid the package on the table,
alongside of japanned tea-tray and
the big family bible, and disappeared.
And the FIRST thing Deacon Scott knew,
the apples were all rolling about the
floor and Efie had vanished, up to her
chamber.
"Well," said the deacon, apologeti-
cally, "we've been young ourselves"
How Effie Scott's heart beat as she
removed the wrappings of the small
white box, by the dim light of one tall
low candle, on her little pink draped
toilet table. How kind it was OF JON
athan to remember ber-how pleasant
it was to be thought of. She opened
the box, with cherry lips half apart,
and cheeks flushed with bright expecta-
ton.
The box was divided into small COM
partments. Efie had never before seen
anything like it; and she gazed in mute
wonder, that was soon changed into in
dignant wrath.
There were tiny pink postillss labelled
"rouge," and cup of white powder
marked "pearl," and bottle ticketed
"Crcam Of roses, to be applied every
night and morning." and crimson,
paste like cosmetic, in vial, with q
suspicious little brush in it.
Efie got no further in her investiga-
tons, but dashed the box angrily on
the floor, and burst into a storm of
sparkling tears. Did Jonathan mean
to insult her? Did he suppose she had
need of these vile drugs and poisonous
cosmetics? She would never speak to
him again--no never! -....-
Poor Effiel she sobbed herself to
sleep, with her head resting on the toi-
let table, and her pillow one rounded
arm; and SO her mother found her an
hour or two later, when mother-like,
she came up on tip-toe to see "What
allied the ohild."
"Good morning. deacon" said JON
athan, the next day, as be wiped the
mud off of his shoes on the carpet rug
that always lay just inside the door,
and deposited his hat on the table.
Morning. said the deacon laconi-
cally. ....-
"How is Efie to-day?"
"Well," returned the deacon, gag
ing solemnly into the FIRE, "shs's pret-
ty well. guess" ,.b
Chow did she like her present." in
quired Jonathan, bashfully.
"Well, / believe she didn't like it a.
ALL" said the deacon, hitching his
chair little back. 80 n
"Not like it," Jonathan opened eyes
and mouth in inexpressible surprise
"Well, there, nobody can tell any
thing about a woman's fancy. ! did
think she'd have been pleased though" I"
"Hem.m-mP' remarked the deacon
senteDtiously. ,4
els she at homer" pursued Jona-
than.
"Well, yes. she's to hum," an.