Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-07-13
NO. l64.
Valfs aud Sketehes.
way MRS. JONES DIDN'T MOVE,

In comfortable quarter of genial
street in the metropolis, at an inviting
breakfast table, sat Theophilus Jones.
lie had long since climbed up to good
position in the store which he had entered
when boy, and therefore took his time
at his matutinal meal as became man
OF his social and business standing.
1t was a muggy morning in March.
when the milkman's horse loomed phan-
tom-like through the befogged basement
window, and the newsboy with his bundle
OF papers seemed part and parcel of this
anatomy.
AS Mr.. Jones went over to the window
to help himself from the newly manipula-
ted sheets, voice from the kitchen called.
Get the Herald, Mr.. Jones'"
And he did get the Herald but as it
was not his favorite morning paper, he
got it as luxury, and put it by the plate
of Mrs. Jones.
'lIum"' said that lady, entering with
smoking and savory dish In her hands.
and beholding Mr.. Jones reading his Gus
tomary conservative sheet, Il should
think, Mr.. Jones, as matter of economy,
one morning paper would be enough for
you"
And so it is, Maria" said Mr.. Jones.
Il got the other for you.''
I'm much obliged for your liberality," ;"
she replied, "but it is matter in which
you are about as much concerned as my
self. wish you'd read out some of the
advertisements. II we're going to move
we'd better begin TO look about u.s."
''To ?" said Mr.. Jones.
"1es, to move. l thought that was
settled last night. You say you won't
sleep on the third floor, and Fm tired and
sick of having our bed in the back parlor.
Resale needs the front parlor for her
company, and | certainly think, Mr. Jones
that ought at least to have some sort of
hole to receive my friends in"
Well, but, my dear" expostulated Mr..
Jones. with his forefnger resting upon
the editorial he was reading, why is it
necessary that we should be driven from
the parlor because Rosy has beau or
two there? Live and let live, is my mot
to. | shan't mind them bit. You and /
can chat and read and get along in our
usual way. We mustn't be put out by the
young folks"
YES; but do you suppose the young
folks won't be put out by US How long
do you imagine Rosalie would keep her
beaux if you and | were stuck there un-
der their noses all the time? They'd take
ii as prymg impertinence ON our part
and serve us right, too. It's about time,
Theophilus, that Rosalie should have the
parlor to herself; she was eighteen last
June"
Yes, remember" said Mr.. Jones;
the month of roses. Maria. And she is
the sweetest rose we have ever owned
It's hard to put her out of our hands in
this way, wife, love to watch her win
some ways, and hear the sweet tones of
her voice. Her tricks and witcheries are
dearer to me, I'll wager, than to any of
the empty-headed coXcombs that flock
about our young maid"
Yes" said Mrs. Jones, 'you love to
watch and listen; and there amt young
man nowadays that will stand such u
thing. You'll have our young maid an
old maid; then, perhaps, you'll be satis-
fed"
Mr. Jones smiled gently but incredu-
ouslv
son the other side of the Atlantic, my
dear, 'he said, they manage things better
than we do. The lads aud lasses there
contrive to fall in love and marry right
under the eyes OF the old folks. And it
gives one II chance to get used to the
wrench OF parting; and mayhap, if pa
rents are over-lucky, they grow fond of
the marauder himself"
Now stop there, Mr. JONES'" said his
wife. putting the chairs to the table. 81
know what you mean. | know which of
kosalleS admirers is your favorite and
how you can stand the idea of throwing
away your only daughter on that m.ser-
able Scotchman up stairs, with an invalid
mother hanging on his hands, and no sal
airy to speak Of or look forward to--how
can you be SO Indifferent and criminal to
the future OF Rosalie, | cant see. For
my part hate foreigners. An American
was good enough for me though, good
ness knows, since you've been going over
there to buy goods, you've got to be such
toady to their ways that you might just
AS well be serf yourself"
Here Mrs, Jones rang the breakfast
bell. and down trooped the boys and Ro-
sale.
Why she put her front hair in pins it
would be hard to say. Surely it was
curly enough already; and her ewes had
all the blue of heaven in their dancing
depths. Her eyebrows seemed on a per-
petual spree OF running up to meet the
waves of her hair; her nose also lifting
itself to those delectable heights. There
was a dimple in her chin. and her short
upper lip half hid p row of exquisite teeth.
There wasn't regular feature there,
but somehow her face was delightful
resting place for the eyes that happened
to be near
81 hope you haven't wanted me, man.
ma she said. 81 thought you and Bridg-
ct could get along down here, and I'd
just run in and tidy up little for Mrs.
Graham Her door was open as passed
She was sitting in a chair washing up the
breakfast things, and looking so wretched
and i'll, ma, you can't think. It's dreadful
Tor Joe to have to go away so early"
Mrs. Jones WINGED at this familiar rem
dering of the hated Scotchman's name,
but remembered that Rosaie was rather
given to abbreviating the titles of her ac-
quaintances.
"She hasn't eaten a mouthful of break
FAST" pursued Rosalie, "and her face is
as white as the wall"
"rll poach an egg and toast some bread
g. ha,. kxta ~ "