Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1867-03-30
''Never mind, he's all right, and rll

After dismissing all care, we gave our
selves mp to the pleasure of the ride. II
was after dark when we came home, and
Tom left me at the door, driving the
horse to- the stable himself / went in.
stepping into the parlor moment to
light the gas before going up stairs. But,
as it flashed up, what sight met my
horror stricken eyes! Alas! my beauti.
ful Holland jar was broken in pieces, the
| fragments strewn around, and the rose
1 leaves scattered in every direction over
the carpet lsa e.e-.
"Oh, that horrible dog % I exclaimed
involuntarily. 81 wish he was killed"
Just then heard Tom come in. ]
rushed to meet him, "stark mad with
grief"
"Tom, Tom," / said, do you see what
that dog of yours has done?"
Tom contemplated the ruins, put bis
hands in his pockets and began to whis-
tie. Now if there is one thing more ag-
gravating than another to womankind, it
is to hear a man whistle in this way. 1t
so tantalizing, so expressive of doubt, dis
belief in short, of everything wounding
to the feelings of sensitive person.
SYou needn't whistle, Tom,n said
rather Grossly. / wish somebody would
drown that horrid Rover.
tsThey'll find it difficult process nv
DEAR" Tom observed with little chuck
lie. Rover swims like duck"
I began to feel little indignant at
Royer's master, as well as Rover, SO !
didn't take any notice of that remark
Tom went on a little more seriously /:
"Louise how do you know that Rover
did the mischief? !? You should not con-
demn even dog without proof I think
it is quite as likely to have been Tabby.
'sTabby, indeed % / answered with
an involuntary burst of Indignation
How could the little thing have knocked
over that heavy jar? Nonsense, Tom,
-FOUR partiality to Rover makes you blind
to his faults and quite unjust to poor
Tabby. She was far enough from here
Pm sure: Of course it was your ugly,
rough dog"
Toms face grew red.
"My DEAR" he said with great dignity,
"You allow your feeling to run away
with you. Ifthe door had been properly
closed, neither dog nor cat could have
come into the parlor. But the tea-bell
has r,ng, and you had better go up and
take off your things Immediately.
Now ordinarily Tom would have gone
up with me, but tonight he took out his
newspaper and seated himself in an easy
chair, not vouchsafng a single glance
at me- This behavior, with his reference
to my having left the door open, was
almost too much. Up in my room alone
| was sorely tempted to sit right down
and have a good cry, poor woman's re-
sort. Sc. choked down my tears, re ar
ranged my hair with due deliberation,
and walked down with as much dignity
as Tom himself
Tom" I said as passed the parlor
door, 81 am ready for tea now.
did not wait for him as'I usually did
but 1 did go through the hall and down
the stairs rather slowly, hoping that he
would join me. He did not however,
but rose leisurely, folded up his newspa-
per, and sauntered along behind me
whistling. 1t Was the first meal that we
had not gone down together. think
Mrs. Macnally must have seen something
little peculiar in our behavior, for she
gave us both keen look, but as she nev-
err spoke unless she was spoken to, she
'.nade no sign," but performed her of
fees at the table in the room.
Tom looked highly Indifferent and I
looked extremely sulkey.
At last as Mrs. Macnally, her mission
being ended, was about to leave the
room, Tom spoke-Mrs. Macnally,n he
said, can you tell me who broke the large
jar in the parlor?
"There, sir" Mrs. Macnally began as
far from the point as possible, ''ye see, l
was at work in .cae kitchen when yez
.wint out, and for awhile the house was
just as still as it made be. But bime by l
hears an awful nize, and befor cud get to
the door, Tabby rim by as hard as ever
she cud, and Rover after her. They
feared up stairs as if they were mad, and
into the parlor and after them.
Tabby she jist run round and round,
and Rover after her, an at last she jump
ed right on the idge of the jar, and Ro-
yer dashed right against it, and over it
wint, and broke all in PAGES.
A"d SO sir, ye sees, she said, turning
from me, to whom she had addressed the
main part of her narrative, to answer
Toms question, can't jist say who did
it, or it was rally both of them. / ex-
pect it was jist loike all troubles between
us-some fault on both sides. Tom gave
"a glance at me.
s'That will do now, Mrs. Macnally, he
said. And our ''factotum" departed into
her own regions. As she closed the door
Tom left his chair and came around to
me.
"Lou," he said, putting his arm around
me, "Mrs. Macnally is wise woman. l
accepted full share of the blame, for
myself and Rover We're both very sor-
ry, and will never do SO again."
"Oh, Tom," said, s'it was my. fault
after all; 1 was cross, and I'm so sorry
"Kiss and be friends, then,'' said Tom,
suiting the action to the word. And
with that kiss ends the history ofour first
and last ''family JAR"
Singing.
Singing is great "institution." 1t
oils the wheel of care and supplies the
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