The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-07-09

FREMONT sANDUSKY COUNTY OHIO: FRIDAY. JULY g. 1869

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]. thoughtful face, By-and-by he grew t,
1 watching his wife's face; there wa
f something in it he could not understand
t He locked down at the mulberry anC
3 white-it did look old and dingY beside
lthe snowy table cIoth-he wondered be
had never noticed it before. He went
, out into the kitchen-how hot and
) sitting is was! A vague idea that il
was not such comfortable place after
= all, fitted through hismind. He went
out toward the barn, the sun was hot,
but there was a fresh breeze blowing
from the south, and the men were
J .louugiDg in the shadow of the barn.
T d never pitied a woman so in my life,
Hubbard was saying; she works like a
slave and don't even gel, thank ye' for
: it, -'a9
She'd never ought to married Rob
| Thompson replied Jones; "a delicate,
sensitive little thing ike her. However,
he won't make money out Of her blood
: and bones man. years. l never saw a
woman run down so fast. She looks as
faded as the old house that hasn't seen
a drop of paint since old Grandfather
Thompson had it fixed up for his second
wife M t.''.
!, 'And Jennie used to ike things nice,
so well! She'd better have married
Esquire Burnham-I wonder if she amt
ever sorryPf -- s
b. Was shea The thought came crush
ling like bolt of fire through the heart
and brain of Robert Thompson. She
might have married Burnhatn he knew.
Aud then he remembered how proud
| he had been that she turned from the
wealthy young squire to marry him aud
come to the old homestead to take care
Eof his invalid mother And how ten
Iderly she had done it, too He could
bear it no longer. He stole neiseless-
| ly away from the unconscious takers,
and started at quick pace down the
street, .ee- .s
Mrs. Thompson had washed and put
away the last dish, and with weary
step had taken down the broom, when
the sudden sound of wheels coming In
to the yard sent her to the door.
I've brought down that ware, Mrs.
Thompson said the brisk voice Of Gro
yer, springing to the ground, and lift
ling large basket carefully from the
wagon. .at Ia
! But l didn't order them, Mr.. Gro
ver,' she gasped in frightened voice. 4
only said perhaps, II rr.1s.
%, it's alright. Mr.. Thompson came
lup this noon and ordered them. !
Thought you didn't send him, for he did
mot seem to know, what he wanted, on
lly he gave me ten dollars, and told me
to bring what was necessary. l have
brought you a tea and dinner set in
cluding three dozen plates, If there is
anything you don't like, I'll take it tagain
and make it all right,
'0h, I shall like them, l know she
said, trying hard to control her voice.
well, III leave the basket, and
Robert can bring it up some time be
said, springiDg into the wagon and driv-
ling off. L o. a..,
Then Jane Thompson sat down on
the floor beside the basket of crockery
and cried as if her heart would break
They were magical tears, too, fog they
washed all the weariness aud despair
from her face, and the shadow from her
Ieyes and heart. She forgot that she
was tired or that the day was hot, but
went to unpacking and washing her new
treasurers, singing softly to herself the
while. She put some nice clean papers
lon the shelves, and then she folded
some and cut them in scollops, and put
them over the edges, and then she ar
ranged her beautiful ware with its
dropping sprays of convolvulus and
Ifpschias, standing off every moment to
admire it. 1 doubt ifMrs. Squire Burn
ham was ever so entirely happy in her.
life!
She had got it all arranged, and stood
in the pantry door, with bright happy
smile in her eyes and on her lips, when
Yoice-it was trifie husky-said,
close beside her: -l
What is it, Jenmep (he used to.
call her that in the old days, before
hardness or Indifference came between
them -aq aa.-t
'Oh, Robertp taking step toward
him. He opened his arms and drew
her close to his heart, kissing her as
fondly and tenderly as he ever had in
the days of his courtshiP ,t
/ have been a brute, little wife, he
whispered huskiIy; can you ever for
give moP ors re
Forgive youl o, Robert! / never
was SO happy in my lifel have been to
blame too; l haven't st
yes, you hayeP he interrupted -
You've been an angle compared to me.
I've made slave of you, but you shan't
work any more. Jones's Laura is COM
ing up tomorrow, to help you till after
lhaying, and then I'll make some per-
manent arrangement
%, Robert l can get along now 1 feel
| just as light as a bird
'And you are almost, he said, smil-
ing a little sadly into her eager face.
No; l am able to hire some one to, help
you, and I am going to. And, by the
way, I saw Leeds this noon. It's dull
time Just now, and so l thought I'd
givestbe poor fellow a Job
30, Robert You amt going to-
.iAin't p he said, teasingly, laughing
at her enthusiasm - E't''7
Are you-really, Robett-reailly 60
ing to have the old house painted ?
Every square insh of board, Jennie,
inside and out. And is@ben you pet
over the summers work, you can be
looking up something to brighten up
the old place little. 70
Robertp s,.sl r.,
'Whatg h. .s.at-. a s..3 II
q want to tell you somethingLyon
won't be angry?' .'i. -
NO. smiling ,.r-a
well to-day-it was wrong | know
butt feltso diseOuraged--I almost wish
ed had married Squire Burnham; but
now, o, Robert! l wouldn't marry him
for fifty thousand French eOttagesP
! For answer he stopped and kissed her
tenderly on the lips.
The New York Journal Of Commerce, in
its notice Of the late Henry J. Raymond,