Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1873-11-21
BozEnAN, TERRITORY, FRIDAY

/ looking GERMAN girl, whom he intro
/ dnced TO his wife as os1r girl.
She looked with alaasemant upon
"onr girl, then stared at John.
/ He soon explained things to her sat.
lisfaetion. 1.-THE upshot d the matter
lis, Jane, THAT I've 'bused you long
enough; the Lord helpin me I'll never
see.y you maxim q druid o yourself
ag'in. It's a burnin' shame for great
llout like me to see fiail little body
lilkson to be d man, and d boy, and
= doc, and wife, and mother, and
niger, and iile 4 saws Ell hoarsi)'
| up money and means to leaveto the
Lord knows who. | beg your pardon,
Jane; and now you'll tell this girl,
Barbary Groetz, how you want things
done, and let her take your place and
work in your std, and you'll live here
after like a human mans wife ort to-"
By tie time his speech was made,
the poor, weak fellow was blubbering
| Like a whale.
| Poor little surprised wife! She flew
to his neck and laid her head on his
bosom and cried like baby, as she
said: ssJohn Jones! you old darling!n
No, not bit Of a darlin'; just an
old bear, a reglar old heathen, to sacri-
| fee the best little woman under the
sun, inch by inch, the way that's been
goin' on for years an years. snuf1ed
he, as he fumbled over her face in an
ainless loving way.
Then our girl, Barbary, went into
Jane Jones' harness, and it fitted her
to fraction.
"Now, we've turned over new leaf,
go and dress up, Jenny, bless you'll
said the new convert.
So with the memory of lang syne
warming her heart, Jane unearthed
her wedding dress in the afternoon,
and put it on with a pretty old-fash-
ioned collar, and brushed ont her nut
brown hair that once upon a time
curled beautifully. Perhaps she felt
foolish aid grlish and out of her
sphere, but she looked sweet enough
to make Up for all discrepancies.
She sat sewing, pattiiis. new band
on Ruby's white shirt, when the chill
dren came home from school. Her back
was toward the door. Tom come to a
dead halt as he stepped upon the sill,
and then ran round TO find bis mother
No mother there, but the smiling p,ii.nk-
faced German girl, who was pairing
potatoes tor supper.
Tom bawled out: us mother deadf
Oh, want my mother!n and cireled
round the house and peeped III shylY
with vet eyes.
Was that lady ia soft gray merino
dress, wearing an embroidered collar
and gold ear,lrops, his mother2 That
pretty woman. Surely it was, for Net
tie was feeling of her face, and was
sparkling, ali over, and was saying, lis
this you, motherf Why, where have
you beens"
90, ma! said Tom, holding her
round The neck as though she might
fit away the next minute; why, where
did you go, and when did you come
back?"
Poor little ones, how proud they
we're of the household drudge in her
new and beautiful Transformation.
But this was not all. Before the
first cold blast of winter came, steps
were taken to save and tighten the la
bors OF the feminine portion of the
farmers household. An addition was
built to the house, new siding was
put on and painted white. New win
dows were added, and green blinds,
and sporting, and vide, long, roomy
porch. Closets were put in all the
rooms; the old verlniny bedsteals
split up and used for kindling; new
chairs were bought, including a new
rocking and sewing-chair, for mother;
a new sewing machine, that was a love
of friend, the door yard was paled
in, and the calves and colts kept where
they Belonged; and evergreen trees
and towering shrubbery and rose
bushes made beautiful the new yard.
An easy chain. pump took the place of
the moss covered bucket that held as
much as ehurn. 1t was packed off
to the barn to put clover seed in, and
the heavy windlass was borne away
forever from the little arms that had
tugged at its ponderous weight with
q sick weariness, many and many a
year. The big well rope made a nice
swing ont under the oaks for Tom and
Belle and chubby little Harry.
Now that the no longer enslaved
mother has leisure to mingle with her
growing children as teacher, and com
panion, and friend, they grow more
lovahle and intelligent, and they cling
to her like vines.
And John Jonese That spell of fever
was Aaron,s rod that smote the rock
Of his soul and opened it for the out
gushing Of love and sympathy and
Charity and all the virtues and charms
- -, = e the human heart: and