The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1867-08-02

pug to sndko uHniiuto qut0t because ne
cried that his tram. was ruined, picking. up
this, and straightening out that, until you
meet your friend with face flushed to .fe-
yer heat, and hearty wish that parIors
might nevor be nurseries. - ri.'Fr. an
Edward laughed, and Fanny, unsppsas.
ed went on. ..r.. - SITW ,ua'!i ~
"And would you leave the blind, open
all day, and the sun shine !be in' spelling every
"ka,her Frightening and .weeseniu'sl
everything" -" 70 '' '' INV
"Aud The coysn Iot tho furniture, all
worn threadbare in . month Only yen
terday Clara was daruing place In her 90
"a. where copPer.ioes and high ,hsslsq no
doubt came down with sufficient force to
please the greatest advocate Of freedom and
unrestrainsd nse And then you would
like such garden asToms 2 Faded pea.
vines clinging to the dead brush. and dahl
las blooming from the tangled mass, Rose,
spearnint and asparagus growing In love-
like proximity, while the walls are grace.
fully arched with strong weed. lacing them.
selves In free and easy manner" ''''
Mr.. Marvin laughed again In spite Of
himself, rs he thought ofhis own careful
KEEP, yard and garden, where one weed
would be plucked up as, an intruder, whore
not dandelion, or presuming plantain
had dared to lit their heads, and where
every walk was as precisely straight (sincs
Fanny had been the mistress st leasu rs
the line that divided the glossy tresses Of
his wife's hair. On the whole, he had
grown very fond Of order; bat there were
times when his soul felt trampled, and In
his rebellion he felt disposed to knock
around, oversct and break up stiffness out
doors and in with sengence. ,ur 'll
"No Fanny, I would never have broken
borders and weed arches, nor sofas turned
into playground, and would have less
fear ofa little Use, and more open, sunny,
genial freedom. would rather bcqueath
to my great grandchildren worn furniture,
thread bare carpets, and tarnished silver,
than portraits wrinkled into railroad maps,
from care lines made by the constant strain
to keep these things fresh, whole and bright.
There are always, extremes in everything.
! would only have aplsasant mem. III
had but one room below and QUO room,
above, with four feet yard 10 front. 1
would not like poor Sam Will, have melon
rinds and refiise. apples, broken glass and
bits OF earhen ware, occupying half the
space. and broken chairs and useless traps
filling every inch Of within. For | would
show that q litile room could be made COM
Portable, and at all hazaris, honeiiko."' 10
SWell, you are above half right! said
Fanny, "and you'll SEQ i'll don't prove
H." '-'' - .'.. NV .'t -
"And, sure enough, Mr.. Marvin found ip
less than week, sunlighted parlor, with
t,ncased furniture !, and actully heard from
is cherry recesses the merry voices Of chill:
dren, who are ever the frst to appreciate
tho blcsscdness Of d true home. Fanny
had "a mind Of her own," but was proud
to yield when. convinced that her husband
was "aboye half right" .,'...,. ....
That same afternoon we were talking Of
Horace, and the pale companion sat by the
side Of my wife. shall never forget how
she looked, as the sun streamed in and laid
across her golden hair, banded so smooth
and shining on each side of her forehead
nor how pure and spotless she seemed to
me. thought if Horace gets wife as
sweet and sensible, aud modest as this little
woman seems to be, and not one of those
Haunting, loud, fashionable bellies, how
glad shall he! At that moment the girl
she seemed scarcely more than girl TO
me, took from its shelf photograph album,
and slowly turned over It's pages.
! had just turned to speak to my wife,
when heard fa'l. We both sprang up.
There laid poor Nelly, rs we had learned
to call her, like dead woman OH the floor.
She had tainted away, and the album was
under her hand. .
Susan had tho creature up stairs, and
tended her for two days, like mother.
81 can't make 1t oul, she would say, in
puzzled manner, Z" the poor child won't
speak-except 10 answer yes or no-and
she seems to avoid me"
"Well, if she won't speak, Horace has
spoken y said |, eagerly, for wante,l 10
tell the news. I" think Horace ~ caught
and will soon bring yon homo a daughter.
80 you will not need this sickly companion,
for must say It Is not pleasant to have a
woman about who iaints away ut the slight
est provocation."
I" Don't talk SO, john" said Susan, and
then together we spoke of our son and his
prospects; but there was cloud npon my
wiie's brow, aud strange foreb0ding in
my own heart. ..
The next day we were sitting side by
side, Horace and 1. He had been asking
me about his mothers companion, when
the door opened and my wife appeared, I,
leading the shrinking girl by the hand. !
had never seen Susan face 30 white and
stern, but Judge Of my horror when that
girl, with a cry that | shall never forget.
stretched her arms towards my son, while
she exclaimed, as IL in agony, 20, John,
John, how could you treat me 90 ?"
Did see ariyht9 My boy, my son,
shrinking and shivering like one in an ague
fit, his eyes dilated, his lips parted!
sWhat does II mean, Horace, what does
it mean ?" l cried.
"lt means," said my Susan, in . voice
such MS had never issued from her gentle
lips before, " that we have brought boy
INTO the world to put us to shame. Il
means that this poor child is that mans
wife" ..
May you never suffer what I suffered, rs
| I heard those words. May your hear nev-
er be stabbed, as with knife tipped with
poison, clear to the core. .''i 40
ais this so, Horace ?" asked. r.f
"He dars not deny It," said Susan,
standing there like wronged queen, "l
his mother, say he darcs not deny It," @
o, I was overwhelmed. Inundated The
pride and glory Of my life passed away in
that dreadful hour. My son! could il he
my son-my spotless boy, whom I almost
considered an example to his own old 70.
,ber? Could It be that he had stained his
soul in this manner that he had done a
dishonorablc, fendish deed that he had
been on The point Of adding to his crimes :
"Ppvidence brought this child here, to
her rgbtfIl homo, J" continued Susan. -She
never dreamed, ill she saw his fsoo in
that album, that our son was the man who
had deserted her. Look At him-therc 10
not . werl Of denial dares to issue from his
deceitul lips" -.......-.....-
aMo,herl mo.hcr!" shouted Horace,