The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1877-03-09
Mr.. MOnrOe's SOn-in-Law.

"And so you want to marry my daugh-
ter" said farmer Monroe, taking pipe
from his mouth, and looking sharply at
the young man standing before him.
Despite his rather indolent, effeminate
air, which was mainly the result of his
education, Roscoe Haynes was fine
looking fellow, and usually self possessed,
but he blushed and grew confused beneath
that earnest scrutiny.
ayes, sir, l spoke to Casteva last even
ing, and she referred me to you"
"Casteva is Il good girl" he said, strok-
ing his chin with thoughtful air, land
she deserves good husband. What can
you dol"
The young man looked still more con-
fused at this abrupt inquiry.
"If you refer to my ability to support
a wife, l can assure you"
81 know you have money enough, but
what guarantee can you give me, in case
it should all be lost, as many fortune
has been, that you could provide for her
a comfortable homel You have hands
what can you do with them9"
These were questions for which Roscoe
was wholly unprepared; he knew not how
to reply.
81 believe you have been through col
lege; have you studied any professiona"
mo, sir; thought"
"Have you any trade"
mo; my father thought that should
not need any"
''Umph he had much better have given
you some honest trade, even though you
were never obliged to work at it. AS il
is, here you are, strong. able-bodied
man, -and-twenty years old, and never
earned dollar in your life, and you want
to marry my daughter. Now, I've given
Casteva good education, not emitting
the accomplishments, but she knows how
to work, too. If | chose, | could keep
more than one servant, but it don't hurt
the girl to work some, and gives her
bright eyes and rosy cheeks. And-well
I'll tell you what I'll do; you go to
work, perfect yourself in some honest
calling, then come to me, and I'll give
you my consent, if the girl still wishes it,"
AS Mr.. Monroe said this, he knocked
the ashes from the pipe, and deliberately
walked off TO the fields, while Roscoe en-
tered the house to tell the pretty Casteva
how he had succeeded. The smiling
light faded from her eyes as she noticed
his sober, unhappy face.
"Father does it for our good" she said,
IS he told her of. the conversation.
"And I'm not sure but he is about
right" he replied. al believe it would
be best for every man, rich or poor, to
have some occupation" And when he
1aTt xb. IL 4,
look had left his face, and her last words
to him before they parted were, "I'll wait
for you, Roscoe"
Roscoe Haynes suddenly disappeared
from Weekstowp, much to the surprise
of his associates. and none knew where
he had gone. Weeks and months passed,
and still nothing was seen or heard of
him, till his absence had ceased to be
commented on.
One pleasant, sunshiny morning, late
in autumn, AS Mr.. Monroe was picking
the luscious fruit from heavy laden APP
Pile tree near the house, q neat cart drove
up, from which Roscoe Haynes alighted
with a quick, elastic spring, and quickly
made his way TO where the farmer was a,
work.
.AphAVSs WOdio
you like TO buy some apple and cider
barrelsl II so, think Ihave some here
that will just suit YOU"
"Whose make are theyf" he inquired
as, opening the gate, he paused by the
wagon.
'Mine," replied Roscoe. "You see
have trade now"
Mr.. Monroe examined them carefully
one by one, As he took them from the
wagon. They'll do" he said, coolly, a
he set down the last Of the lot; what Dc
you ask for theml"
"whst asked you for the last time
was here-your daughter, air."
The roguish twinkle in the farmers
eyes changed TO smile, ~ he said, well
cone in-come in. l shouldn't wonder
IL We made . trade"
s.Cassie!'' called Mr.. Monroe, thrustinG
his head in Of the kitchen door. Cassie
trippsd out into the entry; the round,
white arms were bare above The elbows,