The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-02-20

not approve Of your plans, Amy. Let
Amt Penelope accept the position, il
she pleases. l am able to furnish a
home for my own wife"
"a home Yes" cried out /, indig-
nantly, "in a fiat, without as much
back. yard as one could bleach a table.
cloth in |" f.
"You have contrived TO exist in il for
two years, said Jerome, with what
seemed to me the most heartless indffer-
ence
1 began to cry. Aunt Penelope rose
up with a great rustling Of black silk
and lilac satin cap ribbons.
al shall certainly accept my friend
Mrs. Outerbridge's kind offer," said
she, with dignity. "0f course, Amy,
You will do as You please. And / am
going up stairs now to pack up. Mrs.
Outerbridge is anxious for me to come
as soon as possible. And, of course,
Amy, you will remember that shall al
ways be glad to receive you and yeur
family as my guests, at Outerbridge
Cottage"
Hooked imploringly at Jerome.
"May we go, dear? | am so heart
hungry for apple-blossoms, and green
grass, and buttercups," pleaded I.
"Of course, if you wish it."
"And will you come, tooH"
But Jerome shook his head.
"My evenings for the present must
be spent in town." said he. 81 have
some extra work to do for Uncle Joseph
which won't bear postponing, If you
go, Amy, you must go alone"
Aunt Pen was loud in her denuncia-
ton of husbands in general, and of
Jerome in particular, when came up
to her room.
81 could have told you how..it would
be before you were ever married to
him." said Aunt Pen, shaking her head
"but-"
"You shall not talk 50, Aunt Pen |"
flashed I. 81 dare say Jerome is right,
only-only-"
And then vindicated my cause right
royalty by bursting into new flood of
tears.
Aunt Penelope went away the next
day, and lonesome enough it seemed.
It was a blowy April morning, with a
blue sky, dappled with clouds, and faint
sweet scents of growing things in the
air. Oh, how sick l was of the fiat,
Of pavements and brick walls, and all
the items which go to make up city |
Baby was more fretful than usual, and
easily persuaded myself that he was
pining.
ooh, Jerome !" cried l, passionately,
when at last my husband came home,
with a tired look, and roll of papers
under his arms "have we always got
to live SO?
Live how, my darling?"
"Cooped mp like rats in tap, away
from all the beautiful sights and sounds
of the world! Shut mp in a mere lodg-
ing-house Can't we live in house
that has at least little flower border
and grapevine in its rear?"
81 hope we can afford to some time,
my DEAR" said Jerome, gravely.
And then he drew out his inkstand,
opened his roll of figures, and went to
work.
The April days beamed on, all bright
skies, soft winds, and Kaleidoscope
glimpses of sunshowers and 1 becam @
almost heart sick for the country.
"If Jerome cared for me as he used
to care" I told myself, with feverish
impatience, che would at least make
some effort to find home where 1 could
be happier than in this human hive,
where a few pot-plants in the window
are all have to remind me of the green
world outside"
Stung by these reflections, and still
further melted by a letter from Aunt
Penelope, full of descriptions of lambs,
daisies and little streamlets, one day
packed up my valise.
Halo" said Jerome, when he came
home, "where are you going
"To Aunt Penelope, for a weeks visit;
need it and 80 does BERTHE.
"And leave me?"
Hooked keenly at Jerome. He, too,
was paler and thinner than his usual
wont. Nights of work and days of
counting house toll we're beginning to
tell upon him.
"No, no |" cried, throwing my arms
around him: 81 won't leave you, dear
est. Not if ! never see the country
again."
"That's my own brave little girl p
said jerome, stroking back my hair with
loving touch. "Wait a week, dear,
and I'll take you myself for little
trip"
SO waited.
The day-week came, to my infinite de-
light. 7 dressed baby in long white
frock, with blue ribbon sash and shoul-
der-knots, and put on my own dainty
little spring hat, trimmed with prim-
roses, and away we rolled in comfort.
able open carriage-Jerome, BERTHE, and
I-until we came to the prettiest birds
nest of cottage in the world, just o
little distance out of the town, where
vines garlanded the porch, and a little
lawn extended down to crystal-cleal
brook. Tulips and daffodils made the
borders gay, and lilac.tree, by the
gate, was just bursting into bloom.
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