The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1878-03-21

vanity is what has kept me from you SC
long. Come on"
Then he whisked him away.
They we're in Mrs. Greenbough's
parlor.
Aunt Greenbough sat knitting.
Five of the nine daughters were
present.
Suspicion lurked in a dark corner,
and Mr.. Jones peeped through his cob
webby mantle.
"Dear, DEAR" said Aunt Greenbough.
"Dear, dear, what sets me thinking
about your cousin Aminidab Jones Just
noww
"I'm sure I don't know" snapped
Miss Lily. "Why any one ever thinks
of him 1 can't tell. The airs he takes
because grandpa left him all his money.
Pm sick of him."
"And the idea of his getting married,
as they say he is going to be, to that
Airty thing" said Miss Sally. "Why,
thought he was to be a bachelor, and
leave us something, if he died first"
"Oh, pshawp cried Lily. "He PAM
pers himself too much. He'll outlive
us. But though I can't bear him
never could-it was nice to have some
one you could always make beau Of"
eyes," said Fanny Greenbough, "and
one that could afford carriages and all
that. And why couldn't he marry a
woman of his own age, instead of chit
of eighteen"
"Cousin Aminidab never had any
strength of character" drawled Miss
Greenbough, an elderly young lady with
respect for him."
"And yet she set her cap so hard for
me-" muttered Aminidab, behind Sus-
picion's vest. "Why, I wouldn't have
believed it. Come, I've had enough of
the Greenboughs 1 paid the mortgage
off their house, and gave the only one
that's married her wedding outfit.
There, come away"
"To Todkinson's," said Suspicion.
And there they were. Todkinson was
smoking and talking to friend.
"And that puts me in mind of JONES'"
said he. "Now Jones is very good
fellow"
"Told you so," whispered Jones.
"a very good fellow, but he's COM
monplace. No music in his soul, and
obtuse-yes, obtuse and very vain. He
thinks every woman is in love with him.
We played him a trick. We told him
all the ladies were in love with him.
We did, indeed. And he believed it
ha, hal-swallowed it. Now you know,
whatever else he can claim for himself,
he's not an Adonis; but if you want to
be friends with him you must pretend
to think he is, and that he can play
whist, too. Now he can't play at all,
and he's no judge of wine, either. He
fancies he knows port, but"
"What does the fellow meanT began
the enraged Jones, but Suspicion at once
whisked him away again. "There are
the Fishes" said he, "your true friends;
come, call on them."
At that moment Fish and his wife
were at tea, and Jones peeping through
Suspicious mantle, heard Mrs. F. say:
"Take another cup of tea, DEAR"
az WILL" said Fish. "I need it. I've
toiled since dawn over my weary work. 7"
Fish was literary, and disposed to be
dramatic in his language.
eyes, have earned my bread by the
sweat of my brow, while bloated scions
of wealth, such as Jones, have reveled
in luxury and idleness. Yet, as | passed
Jones to-day, 1 said to myself, BAIL
The coat is but the guinea stamp,
The mans the man for a. that"
"I should think so, DEAR" said Mrs.
F. GAS if Jones could compare him.
self with man of your mind"
"Well, WE'LL" said the literary man,
smiling on his admiring spouse, ~ ad-
NIT it; and think / am taller by the
head than Jones'"
"And ever so msch a handsomer
figure" said his wife.
"And he could not have produced the
poems have, I think?'' asked Fish,.
"Such verses as those. Oh, the idea !"
said Mrs. Fish.
"Then let him keep his gold," said
Fish, "let him keep it. By the by, !
have an invitation to dine with him"
"Shall we go?'' asked his wife.
eyes, yes," said Fish. CPL go. !
shall see him, 50 to speak, dissolve pearls
in his wine-spend on one pearl what
would feed forty poor children for a
year-and I shall smile bitterly; but ]
will CO."
zone comfort, DEAR" said Mrs. Fish
"it's harder for camel to get through
a needles eye than for rich man to gel
to heaven"
"That eften does comfort me-" sale
Fish. Oh, 1 shan't jostle against Jones
and his kind there"
"I loaned that man fifty pounds las
time we met" muttered Jones.
"Ahp said Suspicion, "always sus
pect those you have done favors fol
first"
Then they fitted to Miss Flyblister's
She was talking to her crony, Mis-
Briggs.
| ooh, no, Anna Maria," said she; ooh
no; wasn't at all susprised that Jone
should propose to Amanda Powers, O.
some one else, after / refused him."
"What fib," muttered Jones.
| 81 wasn't going to give up my indie
pendence for a man of no intellect,
continued Miss F., "and so l told him
Powers of mind says l to him, ar
what demand in a man who is to b
my husband. No. says 1 when he wa
on his knees"
"I never was," muttered Jones.
"tNo, says l, no indeed, l must MARI
q great man, one who will make figur
in the world. Will you do anything
be anythingP So, of course, he couldn
say he would, and he went and propose
out Of revenge to Amanda Powers"
"Oh, what fibs!' greaned Jone
"Never said a word to her-not wor
of anything but friendship"
"Such a fat roly-poly, with no dil
nity," said Miss Flyblister, pretendin
to laugh furiously. "Dear, dear, an
do you know he is ages older than /
pretends to be? Dyes his hair, hay
heard"
"It's naturally beautiful black, ar
1 don't lie about my age" muttert
Jones.
"And / wouldn't have him, not f
all his money" continued the your
} lady.
"Never had chance" said Jones.
AS he murmured these words he W
whisked away.
} "Now, shall we 60 to Amanda" ask