St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1876-05-12
why Mrs. Jones Didn't Move

ne hld long since climbed up To Il good
p"Siil"h III the store which he had en-
lcrtu when Il boy, and therefore took
MS 'lihe at his matutinal meal, aS be
came Il man of his social and business
standing.
III WAS mnggl morning in March.
When the milkmau'S hor>,. loomcd pIap
t"m-like through the beiogyed base
meat window, and the nrwshoN with
MS bundle of papers seemed part and
parcel of this anatomN.
AS VII. Jones went over to the win
dow t" help himself from the newly
manipulated sheets. Il voice from the
kitchen called.
Get the HruId, MI. Jones'"
And he did get the HerdH but as it
was not his f;ivorite morning paper. he
got 1t aS Il luxury, and put it by the
plate of Mrs. Jones.
"llum :. said that lady. entering with
Il smoking and Savory dish in her hands.
and hehnlding Mr.. Jones readin" his
customary conservative sheet, Il should
thlnk, MI. Jones, aS Il matter of econ
"mA. one morning paper would he
enough for you.'
"And ;" it is, Maria," said Mr. Jones.
Il got the other for Nou."
I'm much obliged fnr Your liberal
itA." she replied, ..hut it is IL matter in
which You are about ~ much concerned
;lS my self wish you'd read out some
of the advertisements. If were going
t" move. we'd better begin to look
about us
''I" move ," said Mr.. Jones.
Yes. t" move. | thought that WAS
settled last night. You say you wont
sleep on the third floor. and I'm sick
and tired of having our bed in the. back
pan lor. Rn>alie needs The front parlnr
f"i her company. and certainly think.
Nh. Jones, that | ought at least +" have
some sort OF Il hole to receive my
friends it,"
well. but, my dear" cNp">tuIatcd
Mr.. Jones, with his torctin.rr resting
upon the place in the editorial he was
reading. ''whN is it necessary we should
hr driven from the parlor hrcarI>,. Rosy
has Il beau or tW" there! Live and let
live. i my motto. SlIa'n't mind them
Il hit. lou and | can chat aud read
and get along III our usual way. We
mustn't he put out 10y the Nuuu" folks"
'lr>: but IL" you suppose the Young
folks won't he put ont 10y us! How
| i'Il YOU A''>slllt NOllltl Keep
her bcauN if you and were stuck there
under their noses all the time! ThrN'd
take II a> II prying impcltinencc on our
part: and serve us right. too. It's
about time. Throphilu>. that Rn>:llir
should have the parl"r to herself: .hc
w;I> eighteen last June"
'leS. | remember" said Nj. Jones:
''thr month of roses. Maria. And she.
| l. the sweetest rose We ever owned.
| Its hard To put her ont of our hands
this way, wife. love t" watch hcI
winSomc WAYS, and hcal the sweet tones
of her voice. Her tricks and itchcric>
are dcarer to me. I'll wager, than to
any of the mpty-headcd coxc"mbS
that flock about our Young maid"
"lcS. said MIS-. Jones. ''Nou love to
watch and listen: and there ami II
\oung man nowadays that VIII stand
such thing. lou'll have our Nnum"
maid an old nIaid then. perhaps. You'll
he satisfied"
MI. Jones smiled gently lut incr',lu-
l"u>lN.
'Ou the other side of the Atlantic
my dear" he said. ''thrN manage things
better than We do. The lads and li>>i,,,
| there cnnlr,Vr Ia fall in love and marry
/ =.
! And it gives one II chance to yet used
I" the wrench "t parting: and may hap,
| il parents are oNcrluckN. they grow
fond of the maIaudcr himself"
"\nW stop there. Mr.. Jones'. said his
Iir, putting the chairs I" the table.
Il knew what You mean. know which
at R">alir'> admirers is H"m taN"IItt
and how Nou can stand the idea nt
/ Il. 4, 4.
| that miserable Scotchman up stairs.
! With an invalid mother han.in. ON his
hands. and no salary to speak of oI look
forward Ia how Nou can hc :" imditfcr-
rnr and criminal to the future of Rosa
| lie. | cant see. For my pant, | hate
foreigners. An American WAS good
enough fnr me: though. ."ndmc>> knows,
since you've been going over there to
buy goods, Iou'Ne got to he such u
tnady to their WAYS that You might just
a. well he IL ScIt YOURSELF.
| Here MIS-. Jones rang the breakfast
! bell. and down troopcd the boys and
| RoSalie.
Why she put up her front hair in pins
| it would he hard to say. Surely il WaS
curly enough already and her eyes
had all the blue of heaven in their dane
ing depth. Her eyebrows seemed on Il
perpetual spree of running up to meet
the waves in her hair: her nose also
lifting itself to those dclectahle heights.
There was Il dimple in her chin, and
her short upper lip half hid Il row of
exquisite teeth. There Wasn't Il regular
feature there. but somehow her face
was IA delightful resting place for the
eyes that happened To he near.
Il hope you haven't wanted me,
mamma" she said. Il thought you
and Bridget could get along down here.
and I'd just run in and tidy up II little
for Mrs. Graham. Her door was open
aS passed. She WAS sitting III Il chair
washing up the breakfast things, and
! lookin" so wrctched and i'll. ma, you
can't think Its dreadful for Joe t."
have to go away so early"
Mrs. Jones WINGED at this familiar
rendering of the hated Scotchman's
name. but remembered that Rns;llic
was rather z wen to abbrcNiating the
titles of her acquaintanceS.
..Shc hasn't eaten Il mOuthinl of break
fast" pursued R"salie. land her face Is
lS white as the wall
I'll poach an egg and toast some
bread for her 10y -and-hy." said Mis-
Jones. who was hN no means II hard
hearted woman because she wanted her
daughter to have the parlor to herself
and make Il good match.
Nevertheless the chief object of in
tcrest lust now was the advertising"
sheet of the HeydId.
GLOW would you like t" live out of
town ~ she said at last ''to take Il
| I;t,I. ,Il.n in tb, SuhIIThS. " here We.