Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1873-05-31

trying hard TO keep his temper. "Her
mother will not consent"
'q5umphl not consent? That's pretty
well!" growled the doctor. $50 she
thinks my son is not good enough for
her daughter?"
"She does not object to me. II you
would give your consent to our marriage
she would give hers" ..-.- =
"Ah, that's i'll Well, my consent
you'll never have, young man, yen may
RELY upon that, And if | ever hear of
your being with that young woman
again, I'll turn you out Of doors, sir
Not penny Of my money shall you
ever have, sir, Remember that! am
not the one to make idle threats"
Charley was about to reply, but they
had reached the house by this time, and
the doctor went into the office, and shut
the door behind him with bang. So
there was nothing for poor Charley to
do but to take his way disconsolately up
stairs to bed
In the meantime, the doctor seized
the poker and stirred up the dying fire
i'll his CRATE Savagely.
eSWo out consent, eh2 That's ike Rose
|
Let me catch that boy with her daughter
again" And he walked up and down
the room, brandishing the poker, and
with scowl still on his face, looking
not unlike midnight assassin, in spite
of the venerable aspect which his gray
hairs gave him.
But he cooled down soon, sufficient
to carry the poker back to its place,
and begin long search for dressing
gown and slippers, search which
proved long, and served to turn his an
ger from Charley to another.
'sOf all the miserable bousekeepers
ever had, this Danes woman is the
worse" he grumbled, jerking himself at
last into the dilapidated and comfortless
looking dresSing-gown, and the slippers
trodden down at the heel.
"Not a drop of warm water, or any
thing to eat in the house, pll warrant!'
And he strobe into the dining-roam,
which indeed was cold and void OF
cheer.
He went into the pantry and MUNICH
ed hard, very dark-colored doughnut
savagely.
sd turn her away tomorrow, she
and her husband, too, only that the next
one would be sure to be worse. They
are all about of piece. There is nothing
worse to have in the house than house
keeper-unless it's wife. And l don't
know"
Doctor Hurlbut still stood in the pan
try, deliberating, after the last morsel
of doughnut had disappeared, 1t was
so long since he had a wife that he
> could not decide whether one was worse
than the housekeeper or not. 1t was q
question he had been revolving in his
mind for two years, without coming tC
. any definite conclusion.
"sBetter bear the ills we have, thar
to fly to others we know not Of the
poet SAYS. But then a man can't bea1
: this state of things long; he might az
L well live in cave in the woods! Some
= time or other | shall have to marry, ant
p | might as well make up my mind to i
t at once ! said to Miss Esther Wagg
e the other day, the widow Zilpha Thorn
y as is fine woman; and Il capital man
y ager, too, isn't shen"
/. "Manager, you may be sure of that
t She managed poor Reuben Thomas III
| to his grave" said Miss Esther.
r 'But then, it is of no consequence
t what these spiteful old maids say. Mos
d likely she has an eye on the situation
II for herself"
And the doctor drew himself up ii
l. the proud assurance that when he di'
take Il second helpmeet he should leav
If every marriageable lady of his acquant
u ance inconsolable.
le "Ill drive around and see the wido,
'e Thomas next week; | don't think
likely that she could manage me-"
y And having made up. his mind Doctc
" Hurlbut betook himself to his chambe
But his face was not that of a man VIII
le is quite satisfied with his decision; an
rs he stood for long time at the window
IN and looked down to the foot of the hil
where the widow Carter's house Wa
ID plainly visible in the moonlight.
er ''No, no; once is enough for man
IS be made fool of. And that silly bo
rs shall never marry her daughter if l ca
ur help it," he said, turning away, with
IT decided shake of the head. From whic
signs an observer would have suppose
re Miss Esther Wagg to be right, and II
Il. WHOM NdTtcF an Olu sNSh'hS"'o w.
IS had "made fool of him"
an Rose Carter, with pale cheeks an
~ down-cast eyes, sat demurely sewing b
I'd side her mother the next morning. wh'
Id her uncle, old Squire Carter came i
if The pale cheeks had been observed, b
ly not commented on by her mother, b
I'd. the squire was not so delicate
ms '<Bless me! what has become of Z
he red cheekse Why, they are white
snow-balls Too much sewing and IN
re, ping, and not enough air and exercise
wv or has its sweesheart deserted it, po
Ter little ROsys"
Upon which RoSa's cheeks grew SC;
me let, of course. But the Squire was II
satisfied.
yer ''The child looks really ill, and SON
on thing must be done," he said to Nj
,ry Carter as he went away. "She hasi
- looked like herself for months"
to And the Squire, haunted by Ros
pale face, betook himself directly to
red Hurlbut's office.
VS. 81 want you to go and see my nei
of little Rose Carter or prescribe son
as thing for her. She says nothing ails h
but she looks pale and moped. lsupp'
hos ;t,s Nothing Int want of exercise