Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1866-11-14
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MR, JONES' TRIAL,

| Mr.. JONES was married. lie had
been married long time, ever since he
could remember, almost. The first Mrs.
Jones was a pretty schoOl-boy love, and
died early. Mr. Jones was incOnsolable
for moro than six months, and then,
finding the burden of his grlefs too
heavy to be borne alone, decided to share
his regrets with sympathizing friend
The connection was happy one for
many years, but alas for the mutability
of earthly pleasure Mr.. Jones was
again widower at the age of forty, aud
being extremely lonely, and having the
habit of marrying, he offered his broken
heart and bereaved affections to Miss Pa
tience Norcross, mature young lady Of
thirty.
We have said that Mr.. Jones had
habit of being married, and it had so
grown upon him that, had Providence
opened the way, he would in all proba-
bility have followed up a series of be-
reavements with a succession Of consola-
tons. But in selecting Mss Patience he
had no regard to compatibility of temper
He had never thought anything about it.
His other marriages had been happy ac-
cidents, and, so far as he knew and re
heeted. that was the order of nature
But Miss Patience had a habit, too, and
it was in accordance with her name, for
it was failing, that leaned to virtue
side, and beyond it. She lived in the
future. The present with her was never
anything but a 1nakeshilt, a mere tempo
rary expedient till better times Dis
tance not only lent enchantment to her
Object, of pursuit, but was absolutely the
only charm to which she WAS sensitive.
She really liked Mr.. Jones almost up to
the hour of his proposal; she meekly
tolerated him ever after.
They were at boarding for a time, and
the wife said submissively to all her
friends, "Oh, yes, it is very comfortable
for the present, till we feel able to keep
house. Mr.. Jones, alter the remark had
been reiterated for the fftieth time,
asserted that he was able to keep house.
To prove this, he engaged and furnished
a tasteful tenement, and another year saw
Miss Patience the patient mistress Of her
own freside.
'What a pleasant situatiOn!' said
Dame Grundy, as she called on a tour Of
inspection.
why, yes, returned Mrs. Jones, it
is all we can expect in house We hire.
IF we were to build we should plan very
differently, of course: and, then, you
know, one could have the heart to make
improvements in shubbery and fruit
trees. Oh, Mrs Grundy, hope to live
long enough to have house of my own.
Mr.. Jones was we'll to do and good
natured. Mcrsover, he was little OBJ
tuse, as we have seen, and did not pre-
ceive that something TO put up with, Is
with some of US a practical necessity
So he said very generously
Mrs. Jones, in another year you shall
have house Of your own.'
Il am afraid you could not afford to |
build such a house as 1 would like
I can and I will You shall make
the plan yourself, or draw new one if
you prefer
Mrs. Jones signed, 1T will take SO
long in building, and from that hour
every rational enjoyment was deferred /
till they should get to their new dwelling |
There were the usual delays and disap- /
pointments, and Mrs. Jones love Of en-
durance was fully gratifed she was re-
galed with lingering sweetness long
drawn out.
At length the house was built and /
furnished, the grounds laid out and plan
ted, and the wheels Of the new establish
ment fairly in motion. Moreover, by
rare good luck, there was very little to |
alter or undo most of the arrangements
we're desirable, and the experiments sue
cessful.
L hope, my dear said Mr.. Jones, be-
nevolently, that we are in a condition to
take comfort.
IF we ever get settled, assented Mrs.
Jones, with a sigh.
Well, years rolled on, and they were
settled. The flowers bloomed, and the |
fruit ripened. The turf thickened into
velvet, and the trees grew tall and cast |
welcome shade. Strangers paused, to
admire the premises as they passed, and |
neighbors paid their various tribute Of
envy and admiration. Mr.. Jones smoked |
his prime cigar in the back piazza, and
grew to look portly and cOntented. Not
so with Mrs. Jones. To all the encom-
iums lavished upon her residence she re-
piled submissively, Yes, it's a pretty
place. but We don't know whom we built
it for. We have no children to come
after Us, and arejust putting up improve
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