Weekly Trinity journal., 1878-09-21

And then / vindicated MY cause right
royalty by bursting into food of tears.
Aunt Penelope went away the next
day, and lonesome enough it seemed. 1t
wasa windy April morning, with blue
sky, dsppled with clouds, and faint swee:
scents of growing thiRgs in the air. Oh,
how sick was of the Nat, Of pavements
and brick walls, and all the items which
go to make up a city ! Baby was more
fre.ful than usual, and easily persuad-
ed myself that he was piniRg.
"Oh, Jerome /" cried 1, passionstsly,
when at last ny husband came home
with tired look, and a roll OF papers un-
der his arm, shave we always got to live
so?"
Live how, my darling2"
"Cooped up like rats in a trap, away
from all tho beautiful sights and sounds
OF the world Shutup in a mere lodging
house Can't we live in house that has
at least little fower-bed and grape
vine in its rear7"
nSpC WO Ohi ~ bOhiO tlhlc,
my DEAR" said Jerome gravely.
And then he drew out his inkstand,
spread cut his roll of figures, and went to
work.
The April days beamed on, all bright
sky, soft winds and kaleidoscope glimps-
es of sun-shower, and l became almost
| heartsick for tie country.
"IfJerome cared foe me as he used to,''
l told myself, with feverish impotence,
"he would at leas: make some efforts to
find home where / 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. I"
Stung by these reflections, and still
further melted by letter from Aunt
Penelope, full of descriptions of lambs,
daisies and little streamlets, one day
packed my valise.
"Holloa ~ said Jerome, when he came
home "where are you going?"
ITO Aunt Penelope's, for week s
visit; need it, and so does Bertie,"
"And leave me?"
/ looked keenly at Jerome. He, too,
was paler and thinner than his usual
wont. Nights Of work and days of count
house toll were beginning 10 tell upon
him.
mo, no - cried, throwing my arms
around him; 81 won t leave you, dearest !
| Nj 20 7 fha IL,
"Thot's my own brave girl :" said Js-
rome, stroking back my hair with loving
touch. "Wait week, dearie, and I'll
take you for trip myself
SO l waited.
The day week came, to my infinite de-
light. dressed baby in long white
gown, with blue ribbon sash and shoulder
knots, and put on my own dainty little
spring hat, trimmed with p-imroses, and
away we rolled in comfortable open
) carriage-Jerome, b critic and Until
Z We came to the prettiest birds nest Of a
cottage in the world, just little distance
out of town, where vines garlanded the
porch, and little lawn extended down
to crystnl clear brook. Tulips and
daffodils made the border gay, and a lilac
tree, by the gate, was just bursting into
bloom.
ST should like house like this" said
/, gazing abstractedly out at its exquisite
Spring beauty.
"Should your" said jerome, laughing,
as he drew up the horses in front of the
gate. I'm glad to hear that, because il
is your home"
"My-home ~
stared at him as if he were half crazy
Eyes, little patient, homesick wife. ]
haven't forgotten your likings and long
ings all this time. Your home
"But-is it peid for p
eyes; every shilling. Uncle Joseph
has helped me, and that night work wa:
we'll paid. A good garden, Amy, and 4
nice place to keep fowls So you like it.
eh?"
My face answered MIN.
We moved tie following week, anG
kept our May Day among the flowers ant
| birds. And little >Bertie grows like +
! weed in the sweet scent and greeninl
S grass; and Aunt Penelope has taken bach
0 what she said about jerome, and has nj
sorts Of trouble with the Outerbridge SER
; wants; and | am the happiest little wife
in the world.