The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-01-15
1Concludod from First Pare. i

C0hctudod from FH@ rage.
But it all came about in good time, and
she arrived safely at home, where she was
petted, caressed and cared TOR to her hearts
content.
You are all trying to spoil me- she
would expostulate. " ] shall never be fit
for farmers wife any more"
And why not, pray p asked younger
sister, as she tangled a spray OF apple
blooms among her curls.
" There, if you ever put your hair w
in that ugly knot you wore when you came
home, farmers wife, or Presidents wife,
Ill-Tll-"
I" Pinch the baby" suggested Fred.
e No, he shall never suffer tor the sins
of his parents" and she ran off with the
household pet, as was her wont, to relieve
the mother of all care.
And thus, among loving friends, riding,
walking, and, when at home, reading, mu-
sic, and writing long letters to her husband
the summer passed swiftly away.
And now he had written that he was
coming, and she was counting the days that
must elapse ere she could look upon his face
and be clasped to his heart. She was eager
to 90 now. Her holiday was over. Health
had returned, and not for an instant did
she shrink from the old life.
And when the husband came and saw
the wonder one summer had wrought, he
again told himself that the good doctor
was right.
A few days were given to the old friends.
Judge Streeter had recovered his equipoise
in the financial world. They turned their
faces toward their western home
1t was evening when they arrived, aud
the wife looked with woeful bewilderment
ha II hpr homo md
yet it should be. A handsome front had
been added to the old building; aud before
she had time to question she was ushered
into psrlor--a parlor newly furnished and
already lighted. An elegant piano stood
off in recess evidently constructed for
its reception, and on it lay a card with the
initials of Judge Streeter and the words,
ITO my daughter"
She turned toward her husband to assure
herself that he, too, had not changed into
something or somebody else. But the mer-
ry twinkling in his eye told her that he was
enjoying her surprise, and slowly she be-
gan to realize the whole situation. Yes,
now she understood his strange reluctance
TO mention what he was doing, and his
willingness to have her remain, even after
she eXpr 1ssed her anxiety to return.
Come, have more to show you. and
lt SDONtAi ntl lutO ", tOilii'N'tho
room furnished for her own sleeping apart
ment, even to her baby's Glib.
This is for you. And now lay aside
your dusty garments and prepare for tea.
Ii must have been ready an hour ago.
will go and see.
When he returned he found his wife sit
ting in her little rocker, and silently weep
ing.
g Have ] wounded where wished tc
heal p he asked reproachfully.
Forgive me, she said, smiling. i"
am a goose, but tired-winged one, yor
know. And am so happy to be at home
and in such home, that l have no word:
in which to tell my happiness.
lie stopped to kiss the proffered lips, ant
then went out, leaving her to prepare FOL
the evening meal.
At the table she found a neat, tidy girl
who took charge of the child. And thus
the new life began. And what life il was
so different-busy, not burdened. Tim,
for the wants of the mind as well "a the
body. Good help in the kitchen all The
time-a sewing machine in the sitting room
"a piano in the parlor, and choice reading
for any leisure hour.
The farm was an unfailing source of in
come, fully defraying all expenses eacf
year and showing balance in favor
:" Been improving, see," said DR.. Meek
er, as he refined his light carriage up to the
neat fence behind which Mr.. Streeter was
preparing bed of turnips.
=" Yes, doctor. Come in.
" Professionally or socially y
" Socially want to show you all the
improvements. Here, Mary, The doctor
wants to see you"
As she came to greet him, rosy with
hoalth and happiness. he nodded his heaC
at her husband. " Yes, that will do" anC
then glancing at the open piano, " an
going to stay just long enough to hear one
tune played. Will you favor me p An(
with the old school gallantry, fitted Sc
awkwardly to his brusque manners, he lee
her to the instrument. "There thank you
| have cut off my own supplies. No more
fees here for me, see. Just my luck
never did know enough to secure my owr
bread and butter. Good bye, Mrs Street
en-"
And again nodding TO the husband, hi
tr0tted out to his vehicle and went on hi
way, his CHEEKY voice humming, to hi
horse, perhaps, the tune that he had jus
heard.