Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-01-22

Good-by," and he went.
He kept resolutely away for whole
month-never once went near the place
II Jennie wanted him she might send for
him or get her sister to invite him to tea,
rs she had done before. But John Weare
was not sent for, neither was he invited to
tea, and his spirits began to wax low.
" If she'd cared about me, she'd have
got in my way somehow before this-trust
a woman" he thought.
The idea of not being cared for was
anything but cheerful. That night he
strolled careessly by the shop, but on the
opposite side of the way. Nothing was
to be seen Of Jennie. He walked on in Il
brown study, then crossed over and went
deliberately by the shop, with only one
eye, however, turned in its direction, but
not a sign Of Jennie. He went back to
the barracks in detected frame of mind.
Its an awful pity-such nice girl ;
and there's the cottage all ready for her
to step into, and me all ready to retire
from the service and II good trade at my
back it's too bad, all along of that Cap
tain McGee, too. And the fruit in the
garden (of the cottage) all ripe and no
one to pick it,"
The very next morning John Weare
walked deliberately into the shop and
asked for a penny newspaper, and had the
felicity OF being served by Mrs. Evans.
"Quite stranger, Mr.. Weare," she
said but that was the only remark she
made, and for the life of him he could not
screw up his courage to ask for her sister.
That night John Weare was miserable.
"She can't care n rush for me-" he
thought, and marched all over the town
and nearly to Greenwich and back in his
excitement.
The next day was lucky ono for John.
lie came across Bibbs. Bibbs was Mrs.
Evans eldest boy. No one knew what
his real name was, or why he was called
Bibbs but he never was called anything
else.
"Bibbs," said John Weare, "come
and have some fruit !" and he carried
him off in triumph to the cottage and
stuffed him with gooseberries until he
couldn't move, and with black currants
till his mouth was black as a crow. Then
he carried him inside and stood him on II
table and sat down before him.
How old are you, Bibbs ?'
He thought it better to begin the con-
versation with question.
Five and half. Is that your sword
up there ?"
"Yes. Who gave you those bronze
shoes, Bbbs ?"
Now be knew that Jennie had given
them to him, but he wanted TO hear the
name.
"Auntie. She's going away soon," he
added. /" Let me look ut your sword 4,
now ?"
Where's she going to ?" he asked, in
Consideration.
Devonshire. Please let me try on
your sword ?"
Z" Why is she going ?" he asked, with
a sick feeling at his heart.
"She's i'll, think and she's always
crying now one day she was crying over
her silver thing you gave her, and kissed
it like anything"
The "silvcr thing" was little heart
about the size of a shilling, which he had
bought at Charlton Fair, aud timidly re-
quested her to accept.
John Weare jumped up and showed
Bibbs his sword and carried him all over
the place and entreated him to have more
black currants in his delight. But Bibbs
declined.
"Aunt Jennie's going to bring me some
from Ethan tonight" he said.
SO Jennie was going to Ethan, was
she John Weare took Bibbs home and
on the way presented him with a white
woolly lamb that moved on wheels and
squeaked, and a monkey that went up u
stick on being gently pushed.
Crying over the silver thing" said
John Weare. "I'll go and hang about
the Ethan road till | see her, and beg
her pardon"
And he went, and Jennie met him and
pouted, and declared she hadn't once
thought of him, and then broke down
and cried. And John begged her pardon
and declared that he had been heartless
brute and then Jennie contradicted him
and said it was all her fault, and told
him how Mrs. Dunlop, the Colonel's wife,
had one day walked in and told her in
the kindest manner possible that she was
spelling her sisters business, for the la
dies who had been interested in her well
fare kept away because Of Jennie's firt-
ing propensties, which filled up the shop