The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1876-06-08
WHY MRS. JONES DIDN'T
MOVE.

In comfortable quarter of genial
street in the metropolis, at an inviting
breakfast table, sat Theophilus Jones.
He had long since climbed up to a good
position in the store which he had en-
tered when boy, and therefore took
his time at his matutinal meal, as be-
came a man of his social and business
standing.
It was a muggy morning in March,
when the milkman's horse loomed
phantom 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 mauipu-
lated sheets, a 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.
Hum!" said that lady. entering
with a smoking and savory dish in her
hands, aud bcholding Mr.. Jones reading
his customary conservative sheet, 81
should think, Mr.. JONES' as q matter of
economy, one morning paper would be
enough for YOU"
"And so it is, Maiia," said Mr.. Jones.
"I got the other for you"
"I'm much obliged for your liberali-
ty," she replied, "but it is matter in
which you are about as much concerned
as myself wish you'd read out some
of the advertisements. If we're going
TO move, we'd better begin to look about
u.s."
"To move?' said Mr.. Jones.
L" Yes, to move. I thought that was
set led 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. Rosalie 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 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 2
Live and let live, is my motto.
sha'n't mind them a bit. You and can
chat and read and get along in our
usual way. We mustn't be put out by
the young folks.
eyes; but do you suppose the young
folks won't be put out by us9 How long
do you imagine Rosalie would keep her
beaux if you and I were stuck there
under their noses all the time2 They'd
take it as prying 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, l remember" said Mr.. Jones;
"the month Of roses, Maria. And she
is tbs sweetest rose we have ever owned.
It's hard to put her ont of our hands in
this way, wife. I love to watch her
winsome 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 a
young man nowadays that will stand
such thing. You'll have our young
maid an Id maid; then, perhaps, you'll
be satisfied"
Mr.. Jones smiled gently but incredu-
lously.
"On the other side of the Atlantic,
my DEAR" he said, "they manage things
better than we do. The lads and lassies
there contrive to fall in love and marry
right under the eyes of the old folks.
And it gives one chance to get used to
the wrench OF parting; and mayhap, if
parents are overlucky, they grow fond Of
the marauder himself"
"Now stop there, Mr.. JONES'" said
his wife, putting the chairs to the table.
ST know what you mean. l know
which of Rosalie's admirers is Your ia
vorite and how you can stand the idea
of throwing away your only daughter on
that miserable Scotchman up stairs, with
an invalid mother hanging on his hands,
and no salary to speak of or look for
ward to-how you can be so Indifferent
and criminal to the future of Rosalie, l
can't see. For my part, hate foreign
ers. An American was good enough for
me though, goodness 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
Rosalie.
Why she put up her front hair in pins
it would be hard to say. Surely it was
curly enough already; and her eyes had
all the blue of heaven in their dancing
depths. Her eyebrows seemed on 6
perpetual spree of running up to meet
the waves of her hair; her nose also lift
inc itself to those delectable heights
There was dimple in her chin, and hel
short upper lip half hid row OF ex
uuisite teeth. There wasn't regular