Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1873-08-06

| oPoo hiS col ut eOulu near uQem up.
stairs and down, now here, now there her
voice always kind and tender, her hand
ever ready to minister to her dear ones,
her words full Of consolation, and love and
cheer.
John Jones was not wholly uuimpressi-
bic; slowly the scales fell from his eyes,
the light came, and he was as one born
into higher and better life. He drew
his bony hand across his eyes, often the
sobs made him catch his breath sus-
plc'e usly, and he marvelled much that he
had walked beside this little woman for
years and not known that he was mated
with al angel unawares. His voice grew
softer, tenderer, his great, talony hands
touched her forehead and her hair lovingly
as would a woman's-touched her as
though he was afraid she would fade
away into white mist.
Weeks afterward, when he was able to
ride out, the old whimsical buggy that
had done good service in the days of
his church-going parents, Was made
comfortable by soft woolen blanket and
an armful Of sweet-smelling oat straw.
John didn't tell where he was going, but
he looked wise, and his mouth had a
perky look about the corners that seemed
to say: '' Just le' me alone | know what
IN about"
1t was evening when he came home. He
was still wise as when he went away. His
cup of hot tea was waiting, and his toast,
and the tender little pullet fried nice and
brown. He seemed really happy-ioly.
He trotted the baby on his foot that
night, and he called his wife Jenny, as in
the days when he won her, and he let
Johnny play horse with his boots, and
there was such a contented rich man
expression on his face that his wife could
not help wondering what had made such a
change in him.
The next morning the crazy old rig was
called out again, and the soft blanket
, spread in it, and John Jones took the
lines in his emaciated hands and drove
off in the same direction as he did the day
before.
When he returned, he was accompanied
by broad-shouldered good-looking
German girl, whom he introduced to his
wife as '' our girl"
She looked with amazement upon "our
GIRL" and then stared at John. He soon
explained things to her satisfaction.
The upshot o the matter is, Jane,
that I've 'bused you long enough ; the
Lord helpin' me I'll never see you make a
drudge O. yourself agin. It's burnin'
shame for any great lout like me to see a
frail little body like you to be man, an
a boy, an a dog, an wife, an mother,
an niger, an me savin' an hoardn' up
: money and means to leave to the Lord only
, knows who. l beg your parden, Jane j;
and now you'll tell this girl, Barbary
Groetz, how you want things done, an lei
her take your place an work in your std
an you'll live hereafter like a human
mans wife ort to-"
BY the time his speech was made, the
, poor weak fellow was blubbering like a
=, whale.
Poor little surprised wife! She flew tc
his neck and laid her head on his bosom
and cried like baby as she said : " Johr
Jones you old darlingn'
. 20 No, not bit of darlin'; just an ole
1 bear, reg'lar old heather, to sacrifice the
q best little woman under the sun, inch BY
inch, this way that's been goin' on TO
years an years, 'snutf1ed he, as he tumblet
, over her face in an aimless, loving way.
c Then our girl, Barbara, went into Jan
Jones harness, and it fitted her to trac
) ton.
l Now we've turned over new leaf, g
e and dress up, Jenny, bless you !" said th
II new convert.
n So, with the memory of lang syn
warming her heart, Jane unearthed be
1t wedding dress in the afternoon, and put
t, on with a pretty old fashioned collar, an
t. brushed out her nut brown hair that one
Is upon a time curled beautifully. Perhap
she felt foolish and girliSh and out of he
Is sphere, but she looked sweet enough
It make up for all discrepancies.
IL She sat sewing, putting new band o
1t Ruby'S white skirt, when the childre
t came home from school. Her back wa
We toward the Ioor Tom came to dea
k' halt as he stepped upon the sill, and the
le ran round to find his mother. No motht
E. there, but the smiling pinky-faced Germa
) girl, who was pairing potatoes for suppe
a. Tom bawled out: : " Is mother dead
Of Oh, want my MOTHER and circle
y round the house and peeped in shyly wit
'r wet eyes.
Up Was that lady in a soft, gray merlr
lp dress, wearing an embroidered collar al
ID gold ear-drops, his mothor? That pret
ID woman Surely it was, for Nettie vi
feeling of her face, and was sparkling a
le over, and was saying ais this yo
en- mother? Why, where have you been?'
ar ooh, ma !" said Tom, holding n
IN round the neck as though she might f
as away the next minute ;why, where did u
ID 20, and when did you come back ?''
no Poor little ones, how proud they we
d. of the household drudge in her new al
10 beautiful transformation.
ng But this is not all Before the til
cold blast Of winter came, steps we
to taken to save and Tighten the labors of
ne feminine portion of the farmers househol
ur An addition was built to the house, nt
- siding was put on and painted white. NJ
on windows were added, and green blinds, a
~ spouting, and a wide, long, roomy pore
ne Closets were put in all the rooms /; the
lis verminy bedsteads split up and used
kind,ings new chairs were bought, lnclu
Is ing new rocking and sewlng-chalr, 1
ed mother; new sewing machine, that "
D. a love of a friend, ,;the door yard was pal
g; in, and the calves and colts kept whe
I'D they belonged; and evergreen trees a
ch towering shrubbery, and rose bushes ma
lid beautiful the new yard. An easy cha
ast pump took the place of the old mt
ly covered bucket that held as much az
he T. 49,, x,ai,ad off to the harm