Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1876-05-12
why Mrs. Jones DIdn't Move.

In a comfortable quarter Of a genial street
in the metropolis, at an inviting breakfast
table, sat Theophilus Jones. lie had long
since climbed up 10 good position IN the
store which he had entered when boy, and
therefore took his time at his matutnal
meal, as became a man OF his social and
business standing.
1t was a muggy morning in March, when
the milkman's horse loomed phantom-like
through the befosged basement window,
aud the newsboy with his bundle OF papers
seemed part and parcel of this anatomy.
As Mr.. Jones went over 10 the window TO
help himself from the newly manipulated
sheets, a voice from the kitchen called,
"Get the Herald, Mr.. Jones'"
Aud he did get tho.Herald but rs it was
not his favorile morning paper, he go; il as
luxury, aud put ii by the plate of Mrs.
Jones.
"Hum" said that lady, entering with
smoking aud savOry dish in her hands, and
behOlding Mr.. Jones reading his customa-
ry conservative sheet, 81 should think,
Mr.. Jones, as matter of economy, one
morning paper would be enough for you"
"And so lis, Maria" said MIR. Jones. az
got the other for you"
"Tm much obliged for your liberality,"
she replied, "but it is matter In which
you are about as much concerned as my
self. Iwish you'd read out some of the
advertisements. II we're going to move,
we'd better begin to look about u.s."
"To mover" said Mr.. Jones.
"Yes, TO move. thought that was set
tied last night. You say you won't sleep
on the third floor, and I'm sick and tired
of having our bed in the back parlor. Ros-
allie needs the front parlor for her company,
and certainly think, Mr.. Jones, that l
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
place in the editorial he was reading, "why
is 1t necessary that we should be driven
from the parlor because Rosy has beau
or two there? Live and let live, is my
motto. shan't mind them bit. You and
l can chat and read and get along in our
usual way. We mustn't be put out by TIC
young folks"
YES; but do you suppose the young
folks won't be put out by us7 How long
do you imagine Rosalie would keep her
beaux If you and 1 were stuck there un-
| der their noses all the time? They'd take
II as prying impertinence on our part
and serve us right, too. It's about time
Theophilus, that Rosalie should have the
parlor 10 herself; she was eighteen las
June"
"Yes, remember" said Mr.. Jones "tht
month of roses, Maria. And she Is the
sweetest rose we have ever owned. II,
hard 10 put her out of our hands in thi,
way, wife. love TO watch her winsomC
ways, and hear the sweet tones Of her voice
Her tricks and witcheries are dearer L
me, I'll wager, than to any of the empty
headed coxeombs that flock about ouI
young maid"
"Yes," said Mrs. Jones, "you love t.
watch and listen; and there amt a youni
man nowadays that will stand such thing
You'l have our young maid an old maid
then perhaps, you'll be satisfied.
Mr.. Jones smiled gently but incredu
lousy.
"On the other side of the Atlantic, m.
dear" he said, "they manage things bette
than we do. The lads and lasses there con
trive 10 fall in love and marry right unde
the eyes of the old folks. And 1t gives on
a chance TO get used to the wrench of part
ing; and mayhap, II parents are over
lucky, they grow fond OF the nlaraude
himself"
"Now stop there, Mr.. JONES'" said bi
wife, putting the chairs to the table. %
know what you mean. l know which G
Rosalie's admirers IL your favorlte; an
how you can stand the idea Of THROWN
away your only daughter on that misera
BILE Scotehman up stairs, with an invali
mother on his hands, and no salary to spea
of or look forward to-how you can be $
Indifferent and criminal TO the future @
Rosalie, can't she. For my part, 1 ha!
foreigners. An American was good enoug
> for me; though, goodness knows, sine
you've been going over there to buy good
you've got TO be such toady to their way
that you nigh. just as we'll be a serf you
SELF"
Here Mrs. Jones rang the breakfast bel
and down trooped the boys and Rosalie.
Why she put up her front hair in pins
! would be hard TO say. Surely 1t was curl
enough already and her eyes had all Ii
blue Of heaven In their dancing depthi
| Her eyebrows sssmed on a perpetual sprs