St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1876-05-12

daughter were about household cares
intent, they talked the matter over. rs
only an American matron and her
daughter do talk over family matters.
mere Is one very good point in the
American social arrangements that will
not perhaps he found in betterappoint-
Ell households abroad. The self-reliant
Independence which Mr.. Jones was in
clmed to deprecate was conducive to
full and complete confidence and com
panlonship; and although RoSalie was
little more than child. the whole.
hrnnt of no undertaking was allowed To
fall full upon Mrs. Jones.
1t was decided that RoSalie should
attend to the house during these trouble
some ideS of March, and that he mann
ma should have no cares hut those
connected with house hunting
I'm S"rry to give up the house, on
account of the Grahams." said Mrs
Jones, with Il searching look at her
daughter. "They'll have to move. of
course, for the landlord wont rent the
upper floor separately
''Oh, Joe will take care of that said
Resale. He'll manage for them in
some way : and, besides, mamma. we
can have her ont to visit lis, and get
her cream. and Strawberries. and new
laid eggs, and and every thing.
Mrs. Jones found during her conver-
Sation that Rosalie'S heart was not vet
given over to the obnoxious Scotchman
that She knew. of course, he admired
her; but. goodness gracious. that WAS
nothing. She liked him, too. he WAS 81
good hearted hut dear me. there we've
plenty of good hearts ut her service
she hoped. So the landlord WAS ad
viSed of the change, and although SorIN
to part with good tenants. was couItr-
ou>lN y resigned.
Its very nice of him" said Mrs.
Jones one evening, after Il truillc>>
tlamp to the country it : kind of the
landlord not to put upa hill right away.
One cant help feeling houscl,.Ss and
homeless after that"
"Im glad. them said Joe Graham.
VIII" began T." drop III every night NOW.
and talk over their outlook for il home
IN glad I've made up my mind I"
take the house my self. I've had the
refusal all along. but hc>itatcd. I've
concluded to take the responsibility of
letting the upper rooms to dodgers.
Some of our boys at the store have en-
gagged them. and can afford then t"
get IL good servant for mother. | think
she'll like this chamber. its 81 pleasant
and r"omN.
Mrs. Jones looked at the Scotchman
with rising ire in her still handsome
blue eyes.
The iInpudcncc of il - she said.
L., l..
conllN prospect around and shove pc"-
pie out of their own house 10 make
room for his mother, Pleasant and
r"omH - repeated poor MIS-. Jones.
lo"kin" about her upon the wide. bright
spacious room. Il should think it w;>.
There's Nour Scotch blood tor YOU
cannN. they call it. Yes. indeed. he'll
get along; there amt much doubt ot
that. He'll get along if he has +" push
every body else to the wall To do it.
The idea of that Joe Graham hilin" the
house over our heads -
But. my dear. said Mr. Jones. "whN
not Joe ;l> we'll aS another I'm glad
the poor lady can hc :" comfortable.
'Ot couISc. of course. said Mrs.
Jones. ''GIad you'd Ice delighted Ia
have Your own flesh and blood in the
street t" accommodate Il toIrigucI.
Rn>alic. IA" was >ittin" "u the ann
of her papas chain. here pressed his
hand warninglN. and presently went
oven Ia her mother. and began la comb
the Whitening but abundant locks of
that poor tined hnu>,-huntiug Woman.
Yes. Heaven knows She WAS weary
and sick ut heart with her undertaking.
DAY after day She had ploddrd "u with
that d""gcd pluck and perseverance"
which were the main points III lIrr char
actcr. and day after day she hccamr
more and more di>hcartcucd and hope
less
None but suburban h"u>,-huntcI> and
Il pit in" Creator can conceive the
drearinc>> with which Ms. Jones set
ont on the day after .Joc'> revelation
that he had taken the house for himself.
She hurried hIcIthc>>lN to the train.
To wait II full hour at the depot. and
studied IN the mean while the mracic
advertisement of he rural land -holdcr
Leaving the train at Il station over
hanging the IailIoad. seemingly - part
thereof. and having no apparent con
ncction with collection of houses in
the distance. she began to walk and
walk past empty lots and SuInkcn com
mons. through streets just begun and
others half completed. all of them end
iug in huge chaotic pits. where the
iilliug-in process had been temporarily
abandoned. Not Il creature within sight .
except IL goat or two. which animal is
ALWAYS suggestive of MISERY to th, den
zen of Il city.
At last she reached the shed set apart
for il real estate office. and found it
closed. The agent was away: no hotel
or restaurant near. The March wind
red dust of these desert streets into her
eyes and no>trils. Faint with hunger
and wcarineSs, she dragged herself back
to the station just IN time to hear the
toot of the engine and see the outgoing
of the homeward train.
Just an hour and il half to wait. '
said the station master; and back in
search of the house agent went Ms.
Jones. This time he was in, and ur-
banely de>irous of taking her to the
desired premises. Then they began to
walk and walk again, till her head
seemed to leave heI shoulders and go
up in the air. and her body to leave her
legs. which went walkin" and walking
ON. At last Il row of new brick houses
reared themselves before her ON the
brink of one of those dismal gnrges. the
back kitchens propped up by posts. the
chimneyS topped hy queer monsters tn
induce them to draw whole row of
staring brick houses. with little court
wards in front. and iunercal urn in
the middle of what looked like IL newly
made grave. The agent opened the
first of the rusty iron gates to these
little court yards. and entered.
..WhN this i-n't tho ,ntt.,un AL