The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-03-16

face and rubbed his hands together in
quiet glse. What was that soft lustrous
gray. cleaning out from Among the
Sresn treesf Was she dreamlngf Noi
Il was the house with its green shutters
and portcDs.
been doiBgP"
she looked again. "And picket
fencef And the most charming little
gatel And graveled walk" and she
couldn't keep the grad tears from COM
ing.
"Come, Jennie," said Mr.. Graham.
teasingly, although his own eyes moist
ened wibh sympathetic happiness, ssdont
feel so glad ABOUT it. l may have worse
things yet TO show Soa. There, how
does that cult you?' he asked, alter they
had entered tue house, pointing TO the
bay window. sI didn't understand such
tAinps. 80 got a work man that did; you
see it Is all complete, ready Tor the
plants. And here" he said, leading the
way through the kitcnen, and throwing
open door, 'Ts The WOOD mouse; anu
here" opening door, ~is pantry that
can't be beat anywhere. And TINS Is
something that you didn't meutioh," he
CONT nued, approaching neat sink In
the kitcaen; and layiag hold Of the han
die Of clstern pump that stood in one
| eud, zip glisned jet OF soft water, winch
| told of good cistern underneath.
..Look through the window and you will
see a covered drain thai carries away
all the waste water. l am going to n II
SO you can irrtgate yOut flower gardea
with it. You see | didn't do anytnlng
with these tAings," he said, after they
had entered the eitting-room, glanelng
deprecatingIy toward the dihgy eolefed
papering, the diiapidated furniture and
| thread a-bare carpet. 81 would rather
trust thai to you. And besides found
there was SO much real enjoyment IN IL
that would be generous ana leave some
OF the pleasure for you. Here 10 the
money that is left" he added, present.
ing her a goodly roll OF bills.
One pIeasanL day in autumn, and all
was complete, aud, indeed, as Mrs.
Graham said, it looked like ''bit OF
Eden" II do believe" she said, turn
lng towards her husband, with such
glad, bright look in her iace-'l do be-
neve thatsI am just the happiest woman
in tue world"
lie drew her gently to him. "Jennie,"
he said, "what were you thinking about
that inorning that found you churning
1 under tue locust tree, and looking SO ill.,
teatiy at that old stone building on the
Ihill?" Her only answer was u merry
laugh. .4.
.'Dld you ever think so befereW Al
though he asked tue question hesltating-
Iy, he Looked very wlstluly into her face
for no answer. .,....
.'No, you dear, simple darling, and l
am sure i never shall again." and, look
ing up archiy, 81 didn't thenp
SIX years had passed away, and one
bright morning in spring MIR. Graham
entered the house. He had changed in
three years; tue slight roughness which
mad charac terized MIN previously had
worn away; there was all increased dig.
nifty and manliness in his bearing. His
children also had grown TO be constant
source OF paternal pride and delight.
SO surely do our inner natures conform
TO the pianes OF our outward surround
ngs. lie held up paper he had in his
hands. "ruere." said he, addressing
mis- wife, sis The deed of that Southw ell
forty, clear from incumbrance. III lit mad
not been for you." he continued, smiling
II should have owned that long ago, and
the whole Southwel farm, too, perhaps
j But 1 thanked God that didn't" ht
added earnestly. "IfI mad would have
been SO close over the work-rack by this
time that l never would be able TO look
up."-[ Western Rural.