The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1868-06-12

ing his heels?
All! there comes Joseph Baldwin just
back from his dinner, and-let me see
its twenty-five minutes past two. If
had my way about woman's rights,
I'd put the men out of this world alto.
gethcr: that would settle the question.
What are they, after all, but an aggra-
walton, Il marplOt and general nuis.
ancc.
Now, there goes Will Wiley, tramp
ing right over my verbena bed Has
the man no eyes in his head or did his
mother never succeed in beating it into
his head that Il verbena-bcd is not to be
walked on, and that a garden-path is
And now | think of it, it was only
yesterday found five broken panes in
my upstairs window. Yet that faith
less, good-for-nothing glazer had sworn
to me that very morning that he had
taken every sash out, from garret to
cellar, and left all in perfect order
Lords of creation, indeed! Lords of
flddlestick Wonderful example of SUI
perior intellect--was it not TO take
window-sash out for repairs and put it
back in perfect order with flvc broken
pancs in it! If Miss Jcmima Bloor
were to sit in maiden lady's best room
window and smoke pipe and swing
her heels she were to come from din
ner to her work at twenty-five minutes
after two-if she were to go tramping
about on peoples verbena- -beds-if she
were to declare window-sash with five
broken panes in it to be completely re-
pared-would she call herself lady of
creation and superior intellect? l ask
the world, would she call herselfa lord
= or lady of creation rs su--
At this point my indignant retlec-
tions were interrupted by a soft splsh-
splash and subdued little tlutter of
sobs.
My hostess had been knitting, with
her comfortable fat hands, baby's hood
for Mrs. Peters, next door.
As | looked up | saw the tears trickle
down on her knitting needles till they
shone and winlied at me in an impish
manner.
r This little woman is my mental cush-
ion-my social rest. Mild, round and
rosy in body and mind, crying is the
only luxury she seems thoroughly to
= enjoy The tears roll over her plump
checks rs if they were used to it, and
leave them plumpcr than before. The
= round, light blue eyes are ALWAYS ready
o for shower, and look all the rounder
i and blucr after it is over. never knew
n her to have an original idea: indeed, !
L think she never had but one very cleai
r idea of any description. The thought o
l. her whole life had been "her Willie
1t Mrs Robson, although weak littl'
II woman enough, has had curious his
=, tory Of her own.
q She was an orphan: had married, al
twenty, William Robinson, sailor o
10 the town, and had moved into her pres
Il ent home, with her husband and an old
e uncle with whom she had lived before
&c her marriage. Two months aftcrWarn!
IL youug William sailed for India. Th,
IS appointed time for his return had pass
1t ed: month by month went by, and still
his wife looked for him whoncver came
v: After two years the old uncle was lai'
re at rest, and the little woman was lcf
re quite alone.
l How she waited and watched-watch
in ed all through youth, all through mid
l! die age-waitcd and watched in val
is through twenty long, long years
It. In all that time her one thought whe
IN she rose in the morning was of"Willie:
her last thought when she laid down q
Is night was of her lost husband. Nigh
II ly,ong after we had gone to bed and sl'
TX thought me asleep, her little figui
q. would steal from the bedroom an
ld knccl in Il spot she had often shown mt
OF where Willie had sadhi5 last good bye
1T and there she would pray, in low,so
VII voice, the words always the same: IN
ell God, take me home TO my Willie
oh, come and take me! Willie, m
IT. husband, come back and take me
III And then she would creep away to III
he room as quietly rs she came.
t BY the fireplace stood Willie's arm
'e- chair: out in the pantry were Willie
-, cup and saucer, carefully, ,tcndcrly was
ny ed every dag. over the mantlepie'
lSe hung Willie'S picturc-to her, that OF
= beautiful hero; to me, that OF Nel
OF commonplace young man with bll
eyes, light curling hair, large featur
ep- and turned-up nose. have seen low
es- devotion, infatuation, all manner
AN mischief brought on through men; b
m never, in all my experience, had c
ia countered such complete merging OF OF
)m life into another. To her, Willie SCENE
ost to be not all this world only, but all s.
ne. dreamed of in the world to come. 81
ed! did not think of him as on earth, b
IN as in heaven.
The little woman's mind and hei
md were study to me. | was sitting, wi
ms my hands in my lap, thinking /
the over, she still knitting, and the click
vo- the needles diversified by the splas
d II Just audible, Of the large, comfortal
tears on her neat black silk. when
ar wefe both startled by Il vigorous swi
erS, Of the gate and heavy step on
ON gravel. A moment and the door "
be- flung open, and suddenly, without We
md or gesture, large, weather-beat'
hus rough-looking man stood, like an
be partition, before Us. A long, purple sc
ms. cronntng. his forehead and cheek, CAV
'loh q Expression to one eye. lie stal
feet atJ Zen gazed about the room
ere some Time without speaking; at last
es' fastened his eyes ON Mrs. Robinson.
lers crept behind me and whispercd,"Pl
ing send him away Miss Jemima; see h
he stares! Dear, DEAR what II dread
tess man !"
ront "What do you wish sir?' ! inquir
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