The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1873-01-30

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touching the ground as she ran.
"Why how are you Katie, we thought
we'd have to send up our keerds afore
we could get to see you in this spankin'
big house." said her uncle.
She threw her arms around his neck
and burst into tears.
GOOD gracious! what's the girl cryin'
for2 asked aunt Betty, when her niece
turned to greet her. Sorry to see US, be
your
"They are tears of joy, auntie; but
come into the house. l must not keep
you longer in the cold. Never mind the
baggage, papa I will have it brought in.
! Good land alive!" exclaimed aunt
Betty, as they went up the marble steps.
"W hat sight of tombstuns it must took
to make these stairs =
Once within the house the astonish-
ment and admiration of the old couple
knew no bounds, and it was with diff
Guilty that Kate persuaded them to sit
down, so intent were they on beholding
the beauties of the library, the room to
which she had conducted them. The
farmer had refused to give his hat to
| Kate or to leave it in the hall, and held
| it in his hands. 1t was fur one, some
what battered and worn by time, but as
it was his best one Mr.. Leonard was care
full of it. He now looked around for
| suitable place to put it. A bright idea
struck him, and he Immediately arose
and placed it on the head of bust of
Dickens. which it fitted. the old fellow
remarked like button" 1t certainly
made the prince of novelists resemble
his own Newman Noggs." Mr.. Leonard
| then sat down and placing hand on
either knee gazed at the frescoed ceiling
while Kate conversed with her aunt.
After g while Kate conducted them to
their rooms, and wondered for the first
time what Bertram would say to the
visitors. What if he should be uncivil
to them, and let them see that they were
unwelcome2 She had thought of this
for some time, and overcoming the dread
she felt of mentioning it to her husband,
had made up her mind to go to him, tell
him of their arrival, and ask him for her
door opened and aunt Betty entered.
She had donned her best dress, and her
newest lace cap, and was really quite
presentable She was armed with her
knitting work, which was as usual blue
stocking. Stillingfeet himself could not
have been more partial to this article of
wearing apparel than was aunt Betty
Leonard.
"Lor' Katel' said the old lady when
she had settled herself comfortably in
large armchair, and had put her knit
ting-needles in motion
II don't see how you find your way
from one room to another in sich an
orful big house. Why was wanderin'
around in some of them upper halls when
/ found little darkey and paid him ten
cents to show me the way down"
II am sorry you had so much trouble
auntie. 1 had intended to come up after
you myself when you were dressed.
had forgotten in what a short time you
can make your toilet"
"Yes, don't believe in takin' all day
W OASSS JOuIoOAl' Jill AODO ia
afore the lookin' glass like 1 used to be.
I d been down sooner If hadn't stop
ped to fix the strap of my trunk, which
was busted 1t beats all how keerless
them railroad men can be; they sling
things around as if they was wo'th
nothing at all. That trunk belonged to
my mother, and I wouldn't had any
thing happen to it for money. When
go to start home I'm goin to write glass
on it in great big letters, and maybe
they'll be more keerful of it.
Conway was lounging in his dressing
ROOM looking over the morning papers.
Throwing them aside with a yawn he
arose to his feet and walked to the win
dow. "Such miserable morning" he
muttered with a dissatisfied expression.
"a fellow doesn't like to stir out of the
house on such day" He touched the
bell-rope and soon small black boy made
his appearance. Bring me some cigars"
ordered Conway. NOW close the shut |
ters' he ordered when this was done.
The servant obeyed, all the while grin
ming from ear to ear.
What are you laughing at? ?" demand
ed Conway irritably.
at this the. small black burst INTO
loud guffaw placing his hands on his
sides and bending almost double.
Conway took his cigar of his mouth
and gazed at him in astonishment. What |
do you mean, you black rascal ?" he in
quired at length.
'Scuse me, massa Conway, couldn't !
help it, deed couldn't, Use jist laugh |
in at an ole woman met up stars
while ago. She got lost ana was most !
skeered to def by dat bronze statute in
in the hall; and she thought it was
rale sojer with his gun raised TO shoot
her. wish you'd seen her jump.
And he laughed again.
'Humph 1t was the house maids
mother most probably. must tell her
to keep her relatives in the back part of
the house when next they visit her. But
hand me that book on the table, and go
about your business"
"But massa Conway, tink the ole Ia
dy VAS
ooh ! don't care what you ti'k, go out
and close the door after you