Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-09-20
Why Mrs. Jones Didn't Move.

In comfortable quarter of q genial
street In the metropolis, at an inviting
breakfast table, sat Theophilus Jones.
He had longsince climbed up to- good
position in the store which he had en-
tered when a boy, and therefore took
his time at this matutinal me al, as be-
came man of his social and business
standing. ..s#.q5t as.
In 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 win
dow to help himself from the newly
manipulated 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, ne
got it as q luxury, and put it by the
plate of Mrs. Jones.
"Hum," said the lady, entering with
a smoking and savory dish IN her
hands, and beholding Mr.. Jones read
ing his customary conservative sheet,
81 should think, Mr.. Jones, as matter
OF economy, one paper would be
enough for you." g 'it
"And so il is, Maria" said Mr..
Jones. ~ got the other for you"
"Im much obliged for your liberal
ity," she replied, "but It is a matter in
which you are about as much concern
ed as myself. I wish you'd read out
some of the advertisements. If we're
going to move, we'd better begin to
look about"
''To move?" said Mr.. Jones.
eyes, to move. I thought that was
settled 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 toreceive my friends
in"
"Well, but, my DEAR" expostulated
Mr.. Jones, with his fore6nger resting
upon the place in the editorial he was
reading, "why is it necessary that we
should be driven from the parlor be-
cause Rosa has a beau or two there :?
Live ard let live, Is my motto. I
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 us? How long
do you imagine Resale would keep her
beaux if you and I were stuck there
under their noses all the time? They'd
take it as a 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"
Eyes, remember" said Mr.. Jones;
'the month Of roses, Maria. And she
is the sweetest rose we have ever own
ed. It's hard to put her out of our
hands IN that way, wife. I love to
watch her wlnsome ways, and hear
the sweet tones Of her voice. Her
tricks aud witcheries are dearer to me,
I'll wager, than to any of the empty
headed coxcombs that flock about our
young maid"
eyes" 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 old maid; then, perhaps,
you'll be satisfied"
Mr.. Jones smiled gently but incred-
ulously.
"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 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 Rosalie's admirers is yo.r 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 forward to-hoW you can be SO
Indifferent and criminal to the future
OF Resale, can't see. For my part,
L hate foreigners. 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 aserf yourself"
Here Mrs. Jones rang the breakfast
bell, and down Grooped the boys and
Resale.
WIS she put up her front hair III pins
it wo4id be hard to say. Surely it was
curly enough already; and her eyes
mad all the blue of heaven III their
dancing depths. Her eyebrows seemed
On perpetual spree of running up to
meet the waves of her hair; her nose