The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-09-27

"No, to be sure not" said Mr..
Avenel abstractedly.
"And o'course she'd oughter
think it over WELL" added Mrs. Mar
ley.
90, certainly-to be surep'
When Harry Avenel came home
from the city that evening he found
his uncle in brown study.
Harry" quoth the widower.
eyes, uncle"
give been thinking-"
$50 should conclude, sir, from
the H-shaped wrinkle between your
brows," laughedthe young merchant
swell, and what has been the medi
tations, Uncle Joe?"
"Why, was thinking what would
become of us if Mrs. Hawkhurst
were take it into her head to leave
u.s."
Harry opened wide his merry, ha
eel eyes at The idea.
"What made you think of such q
thing, sir?" he asked.
ooh, 1 don't know. She has q
good place here; but one couldn't
expect her to be contented with a
housekeeper's situation always, Har.
ry."
'No, to be sure not"
"She had become very essential tc
our domestic happiness, Harry, went
on Mr.. Avenel.
'Yes-I grant you that, Uncle
joe"
"And 1 really don't know how We
could manage to exist without her. "
"Raise har salary, uncle" suggest
ed Harry.
"No, l hardly think that would
answer my purpose; but, Harry
"Well, Uncle?"
Mr.. Avenel looked slightly sheep
ish.
"Can't you imagine some other
way of keeping her here?" he asked
Harry stared at his uncle. Mr..
Avenel felt disposed to give him a
hearty shake for his stupidity,
"Ohp' cried the young man, with
a sudden drawing of lucidity over
the darkness of the brain. "You
don't mean matrimony, uncleT'
"Yes, 1 doY' quoth Mr.. Avenel,
stoutly. "Would you object, ,Harry?''
81 uncle?"
Because you are the only peeson
interested beside myself-and
her."
"My greatest interest, uncle, is tc
see you happy" the young man an.
swered, wringing the elders hand
"And, if ], too, conclude to marry at
no very distant day"
"Why, then," cried Mr.. Avenel,
gaily, "we can all live together, and
be the happiest family in the world. .
And he went into the house, whist
ling, as he went, "John Anderson
my 10, john" as blithely as boy
of sixteen.
Juliet Hawkhurst was standing
by the little side garden gate that
evening, thoughtful watching, ovel
her right shoulder, of course the
slender silver crescent of the new
moon. Juliet had certainly blossom
ed into a perfect little rose of g
maiden, during the years she had
been an inmate ofAvenel Place. She
was fair haired and rosy, with long
eyelashes, deep blue eyes, full ol
shadoWy purple CLEANS, and a com.
plexion like rose colored satin; and,
moreover, there was in her very
movements a self possessed grace
and dignity of mien, that was ex-
Ipressibly charming. Juliet Hawk
hurst had been born lady, but un-
toward fate had made a houskeepers
daughter of her.
AS she stood there, leaning over
the iron rail Of the gate, a footsteE
sounded behind her.
"Julietp'
She turned with a little rose blush
and smile that she fain would have
concealed, and Harry Avenel came
up and stood close beside her.
''Little elf, you thought you hat
hidden away from me, but you see
have contrived to find you out, ever
here! What makes you blush ant
Hook so confused?"
"Do lp' And Juliet fixed he,
gaze very steadfastly on the greer
turf at her feet, where single yel
low dandelion was closing its eye o
tawny gold for the night.
"Listenw cried Harry, triumphant
Ily, '1've got piece of news 70
YOU
"What is it?'
"What should you think of a step
father, eh, little one?"
Juliet looked up this time in rea
land genuine astonishment.
; "a step-father, Harry?
"My uncle has confided to me thi
evening that he thinks of marrying
Juliet, and, from all that 1 can gath
Ier, the bride is none other than you
mother. So, when we are married
there will be a nice little family Gil
Gle of us, eh?"
:. And the audacious young ma
belted her Slender waist with hi
arm, and ventured to draw her a littl
closer to him.
Oh, but Harry, you are all wrong,
cried Jnliet, crimsoning and smilini
like June flower. 81 meant to te-
you of it, but, somehow the word
would not come to my lips. You
uncly told me, also, that he had cor
cluded to marry again-and he aske
me to be his wife"
"The-mischief he didp erie
Harry, starting back as if somethin
had struck him blow. "You! Julie
you are young enough to be hi