The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-07-16
THE CHANGE OF TIDE.
Ely KATE W. HAMILTON.

Narion's long iife. Ease, luxury, adula-
ton" taking no thought" like the lilies,
yet being mere gorgeously arrayed and
far more useless than they.
{" Nothing on earth TO do but enjoy her
SELF said her father, that man OF stocks,
bonds and railroad contracts, looking won
derng!y into the unsatisfed gray eyes.
But one can not enjoy ones self unless
that self is something enjoyable, and Ma
rion was not. She was thoroughly weary
OF it and its surroundings and it was in
sheer desperation that she had proposed
accompanying her fathsr on enc Of his
business trips across the country. "Just
bit OF nature would lie refreshing" she
had said, half petuiantiy. But the bit
that presented itself in the best parlor OF a
quiet little country tavern was not the
kind she desired and to he left there alone
for three dreary hours while her father
made pilgrimages to his various shrines OF
timber, excavations, and bands OF work.
UGcn W as iItOitTdUlc. A-IA WOOOC1i tAA"AAo
with yellow roses painted upon them, two
gay prints-one labelled Melinda " and
the other Henry Hanging upon the
walls and staring complacently at each
other, small mirror with bunch of what
the good landlady denominated "sparrer-
grass fastened above i bright fire,
not bright carpet, and q round table hold
ing three books-tnat was all this best
room contained when Marion inventoried
it with a slight arching Of her fine brows
and the faintest perceptible curl Of her
lips
She tu med to the books. The first one
proved to be Bible. Half uncOnsclously
her eyes -ea.ted for an instant Oh single
,erse-" W hose ,-vxlyetE enc such little
child in My name receivetn Me-" 1t
meant nothing to her; she closed the vol
ume as TOO common 20 be interesting. The
next was last years almanac, preserved
for its binding OF gilt and muslin; and the
last one was the most satisfactory of all
" A Complete Letter WRITER containing
4 minute information as to what to write to
ones sen in college, and what the son
would probably reply; also highly stiff
and proper method Of proposing matri
mony 70 a young widow, with an eminently
,ediiying epistle which she might indite in
return.
Marion dropped the book, a little touch
Of amusement mingled with her disgust
Did people really buy such stuff? And
was the family correspondence carried On
according to these recipesl What could
\ life be amid these surroundings when it
B was undeniably wearisome at its very bestl
She walked away TO window. Outside,
beyond the lonely country road, lay rug
ged wooden hills, beautiful in their man
ties OF dark evergreens trimmed with the
ermine OF the snow.
Better take q chair, ma'am. Cheap
setin' as standin', and comfortable be-
sides," said a voice n the room. Joe had
come IL to attend to the fire.
Maion glanced over her shoulder ard
saw only coarse boots, patched gray
clothes, and tumbled tow-head. But
Joe iet himself quite an important per-
sonage ust then. Visitors to stop for any
length oi time in that best room were rare,
and to have handsomely dressed lady
Gc~ iy,u Is Sons,
teller was keepin' regular hotel" thu
boy said 70 himself, ard assuming mos
hospi.able and landlord-like air as h
hustled shout, stirring the fire and addin.
more iuel.
"Doa't you want 10 read, ma'am9 Book
on the table free, and no extry charges
We try to 'bleege our customers"
Thank YOU" said Marion, ~ithou
turning her eyes from the fair WOODLAND
picture before her. 1t appeared to 10
that she did not seem entirely at heme an
thoroughly satisfied with her quarters a
he could have wished, and he made ON
more etfort-a little hesitatingly, as ieelin
LQat lie WAS SC1SSWf dt OVefSlepOl0g IL
authority.
Say, ma'ain, faint meal-time, but
s'pese mebby-ii you'd like bite
= could set you hank OF gingerbread. W
like to 'commodate."
3" see you do. I'm not hungry, than
you" laughed Narion then with sue
den impulsive desire she added: "pd lii
to visit that wood il I were not afraid
losing my way. Is there any one here wi
is thoroughly acquainted with it:'
g. Bet !" chuckled Joe laeonica!ly, as |
ratified the ashes from the CRATE.
g Is she Your sister, is it,
"Who ?"
"Betsey."
Joe rolled ovex on the floor with a stal
ling peal OF laughter Didn't mes
Betsy, meant bet you there were folks vi
knew" he explained: then slowly setti,
upon his feet he marched out of the roo
still g;ggling. Presently he came ba,