The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-07-23
FREMONT sANDUsKY COUNTY. OHIO; FRIDAY. JULY 2 1859

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HarroW's little pleasure wagon and did
1.-THE odd Jobs eonfided to him carefully
A bushel of Recommendations could
have beer. productive of nothing more,
but still he did not win on the clergy
! man. The gardner continued to scOrn
| him, and the woman servant counted
1 the spoons and forks and shook her
head 1oVerithe probable fate, as persist
emily as on the first day of his arrival
Folly inevitably brings its own pun
lishment, my dear, said the clergyman,
and the respectable Scotch gardener had
in effect declared the same opinion
when he hoped that Hawker wouldn't
drive oyer-the edge of the cliff some
day in drunken frolic,o and kill the
bonnie lady and the high priced
beastie.'
While Betsey, more privileged. eau
toned her master to take off watch and
purse, for drunken Hswker' was known
to be none too honest, and she, for her
lpart, did not believe in these here sud
den repentsnces.'
70 1t was the opinion Of the household
that Mrs. Hawker was not able 10 take
care of herself, after such q token Of
weak intelleet-as-engsgiRg drunken
Hawker,' and the lady knew it Yet as
the time passed on, Haw ker, wore a
better hat and neater coat, and had his
hair cut, and his features began to be
features again, aud bis voice became
clearer, and the little room had been
hired for Lizzie, and the humble house
keeping had begun, and on Sundays,
the horses never being taken out on
that day, father aud daughter sat in the
back pew and listened to the sermon.
Though all this was regarded as a
mere flash in the pan by everybody but
Mrs. Harrow, and all the wise folk of
household were on the lockout for some
terrible relapse into sottishness and dis
honesty. Indeed, if they had not been
such good folk, one might have fsncied
that they desired some such sequel 10
this highly disreputable engagement
for the first six months.
Nevertheless, HaRker had been
coachmen at the parsonage all this
while, and grown quite sleek-headed
and smoOth-faced, when, one day, Mrs.
Harrow sent for him, and with some-
what of low-spirited air, ordered the
little carriage at nine precisely.
'She looked as if she didn't want to
order it at all' said Hawker to himself,
aud he was right rc
Only a strict sense of duty sent Mrs.
Harrow out at all that day. A fair
was in contemplation and funds were
necessary, and in virtue Of her position
as the cIergyman's wife, Mrs. Harrow
had been appointed a committee Of one
to call upon certain misery member
of the church to solicit donation
Mrs. Harrow had said, Il hate to do it,
James, and Mr.. Harrow had replied,
then it is so much the more your duty,
Ann and there the remonstranoe end
ed = She stepped into her little con-
yeyance with quite cross face, how
ever, a drizzling, misty rain, and
sharp, unpleasant air, making her no
more cheerful eaF % -H e
You know where Mr.. Hough's place
is 2 she had begun to say to Hawker,
when Betsey ran out with a paper of
pins. please let me loop your dress,
ina'am, she said. You'll have it all
spilled, if I don't There is half mile
to walk through Mr. Hough's grounds.
where no carriage can go, and every
body knows what muddy place his is.
That purity dress, that you've had such
bother trimming 5r:
Mrs. Harrow was. open to reason,
even uttered by an inferior She al
lowed her old servant to climb into the
vehicle, and festoon her skirt in man
ner which rendered it impossible that
it should be injured by the muddy road,
and then dismissed her with pleasant
nod But her face grew grave again,
as she looked out upon the uncom-
Portable landscape, lying under the
-drizzling sky. and she unfurled her
umbrella at last, and made her way
along the ill-kept garden paths to old
Hough's house, with no thsnkfulness to
the committee in her heart,
Yet, as it happened, she came at a
lucky moment. Old Hough was i'll,
and having neither friend nor relative
to part from or mourn for him, and be-
ing of no use in the world, was terribly
afraid that he should be called upon to
leave it -
He received her in bis easy chair, in
dressing gown aud slippers, and to her
utter as;onishment, produced $40 bill. |
'And tell the dominic TO call, if you
please he said, 4 don't think I shall
last long.'
And he spoke and felt as though he
had just paid his fare 10 heaven. a
Mrs. Harrow proposed to send the
clergyman down at once, and went her
homeward way IN a more pleasant |
frame of mind. The object had been
gained without any begging, and the
disagreeable task was over. She gave
smile as HaWker touched his hat.
BEG pardon, ms'am,' said he.
well, HaEker,' said Mrs, Harrow.
Would you mind telling me the color
of that dressP ~ lr
He stopped as lie spoke, and lifted a
breadth of it in q reYerentisl way and
stood looking a. it. s
Mrs. Harrow laughed. They cali it
garnet, I believe she said.
Garnet eolor-its a purity dress, and
ye look like new in it. said Hawker.
Thank ye, ma'am, and bowed and step
ped back, while Mrs. Harraw com
posed herself in her seat with an anus
ed look on her face, wondering whether
the man really had begun to take an
in dry goods, or whether it was
only little bit of fiattery. But then,
a dozen times on the way home, she 4
saw his lips form the word garnet, as
though he was trying to learn it.
The Scotch gardener was amongst (
The newly planted beds when she drove
up, and gave utterance to his usual
thanksgiving that Mistress was ma rim
AVA wi yet, and Betsey appeared toI l.
AXE the umbrella with the same senti- L
nent expressed il all her movements
put for o1ce Hawker took no notice of If
either ofthen. His mind was evident Id
y full of something else-for with his c
.Yes fixed on vacancy, he kept repeat IN