The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1876-06-12
WHY MRS. JONES DIDN'T
MOVE.

In q comfortable quarter Of a genial
street in tho metropolis, at m inviting
breakfast table, sat Theophilus Jones.
He had long since climbed up TO n good
position in the store which he had en-
tered when n boy, aud therefore took
his time ut his matutinal meal, rs be.
came n man Of his social and business
standing.
It was n rnuggy morning in March,
when tho milkman's horse loomed
phantom.like through tho befogged
basement window, and the newsboy
with his bundlo OF papers seemed part
and parcel Of this anatomy.
As Mr.. Jones went over to the window
to help himself from the newly mahipu.
lated sheets, n voice from the kitchen
called:
sect tho Herald, Mr. Jones'"
And ho did get the Herald but rs it
was not hisiayorite mocningpaper, he got
il ms q luxury. and put it by the plate Of
Mrs. Jones.
"HumW said thnt lady. entering
with smoking and savory dish in her
hands, and hcho!ling Mr.. Jones reading
his customary conservative sheet, ~
should think, Mr.. Jones, rs matter Of
economy, one morning paper would be
enough for you"
"And so it is, Maria, said Mr., Jones.
"T got tho other for you."
"I'm much obliged for your liberali.
ty," sho replied, "but it is q matter in
which you are about as much concerned
rs myself. I wish you'd rad out some
of tho advertisements. Ii we're going
to move. we'd better begin to look about
u.s."
"To moye9' sail Mr.. Jones.
Yes, to move. Thought that was
settled last night. You say you won't
sleep gu the third floor, and I'm sick
and tired of having our bed in the back
pnrlor. R1salie needs the front parlor
for her company. and certainly think,
Mr.. Jones, that ought ut least to have
some sort Of hole to receive my friends
in"
"Well, but, my DEAR" expostulated
Mr.. Jones, with his iorefnger resting
upon the place in the editorial he was
reading, "why is it necessary that We
should be driven from the parlor be-
cause Rosy has beau or two there 7
Live and let live, is my motto. I
sha'n't mind them bit. You and lean
chit and read and get along in our
usual way. Wo mustn't be put out by
tho young folks"
eyes; but do you suppose tho young
folks won't be put ont by usl How long
do you imagine Rosalie would keep her
beaux if you and 1 were stuck there
under their noses all the timel They'd
take it Ms n pryiug impertinenco on our
part; and serve us right, too. It's about
time, Theophilus, that Rosalie should
layo tue parlor to herself; she was
eighteen lust June"
ayes, I remember" said Mr.. Jones;
"thc month Of roses, Maria. And she
is tbs sweetest ross we have ever owned.
It's hard to put her ont OF our hands III
this way, vile. I love to watch her
winsomo ways, and hear the sweet tones
OF her voice. Her tricks and witcheries
arc dcar9r to mo, I'll wager, than to any
OF tho empty.healed coxcombs that
flock about cur young mail."
"Yes," said Mrs. Jones. "you love
to watch and listen; and there amt n
young man nowadays that will stand
such thing. You'll havo our young
maid au Id mliI; then, perhaps, you'll
be satisfied"
Mr.. Jones smiled gently but incredu.
lously.
"On the other side of tho Atlantic,
my DEAR" he said, "they manage things
better than we do. The lads and lassicS
there contrive to fall in love and marry
right under tho eyes OF the old folks.
Aud it gives one chance to get used to
the wrench OF parting; and mayhap, il
parents are overlucky, they grow fond Of
the marauder hi asoli."
Snow stop there, Mr.. JONES'" said
his wife, putting the chairs to the table.
"I know what you mean. l know
which Of Rosalic's admirers is your ia.
vorite aud how you can stand the idea
Of throwing away your only daughter on
that miserable Sc0tchmau up stairs, with
IN invalid mother hanging on his hands,
and no salary to speak OF or look for,
ward to-how you can he so Indifferent
and criminal to the future Of Rosalic. !
can't see. For my part, ! hate foreign
ers. An American was good enough fol
mo; though, goodness knows, since
you've been going over there to buy
goods, you've got to DO such toady "a
their ways that you might Just rs vel
DO q serf yourself"
Here Mrs. Jones rang the breakfast
bell, and down troopcd tho boys and
Roalic.
Why she put up her front hair in pins
il would be hard to say. Surely it wa,
curly enough already; and her eyes had
all the blue Of heaven in their dancing
depths. Her eyebrows seemed on
perpetual spree Of running up to mee'
the waves OF her hair; her nose also lit
ing itself to those delectRble heights
There was II dimplo in her chin, and hel
short upper lip hal! hid q row of OK