Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-20

! Neil SO admired. Do what she would
the old accent that was once so dear to
her husbands ear still chung to her.
Don't say syere' for here, Jenny ex-
postulated Mr.. Mac Neil; "and I'd rather
do without anything at the table than the
letter Il. except when it's one letter toe
many"
So Jenny began to speak only from
sheer necessity. She never could please
her husband any mere, do what she would,
and didn't care to find favor in the sight
Of others. It began to be apparent to
Jenny that she was clog and burden to
her husband and her daughter-nay in
the whole world in which they delighted
to live-and there came time when she
resolved no longer to be stumbling
block to their popularity.
There was a musicale at the house that
night, and all the doors were open. The
halls were filled with flowers, some of
them brought from the florist in tubs of
wide dimensions; and Jenny, in a plain
black silk, crouched behind one of these
while Mr.. Mac Neil was bringing his
daughter down the stairs and into the
crowded parlors. Macs nose was high
| in the air, he was dressed in the finest of
| broadcloth, while the musical prodigy,
| who was now well-grown young wom-
an, swept along in a rustling white silk
| that the dressmaker wouldn't let Jenny
do even the cording for. On they went,
and Jenny's heat swelled big with pride,
| h VIII
ladies near ner, leaning upon the arms of a
good-natured looking gentleman, began
all at once to cavil at poor Jenny, who
had never in her whole life said evil of
anybody.
"The mamma appears to be invisible"
said one of them. 'They say she is shut
up in the coal hole upon these occasion;
and no wonder, when one thinks of the
blunders of the poor creature
perhaps she's in the Kitchen" said the
| other. II have heard that is where Mr..
| Mac Neil first found her,
Then up spoke the good natured- look
ing gentleman, and said that if she could
make good ragout there, her husband
ought to- rise up and call blessed.
for it was q finer accomplishment than
any he could remember; and one thing
was certain, she was far pret,ier woman
than most OF them there that night.
But Jenny did not hear this; and if she
had, it would not have comforted her.
A little latter on, one of their old
friends, the wife Of a journeyman printer,
in the dear old neighborhood Of the for
saken nest, was startled by the apparition
of a comely face, dear to the olden time
of merriment and song, but now blurred
with tears; and the tale she told, Mrs.
M'Shane anticipated every word Of.
"My poor bairnie," she said, 81 knew
how twould be when saw Macs way of
going on. His stuck-up airs and his talk
strophes and symphonies and outlandish
heathenisms BODIED no good. But so long
as have roof, you shall share it'
But Jenny was independent, and soon
got a situation far above the one in which
she first saw her husband AS luck would
have it, the old rooms were just vacated.
Mrs. M'Shane had most Of the old furni-
ture; SO before the month was out Jenny
was back in her nest, but sick at heart,
and sometimes roady to die.
In the meantime we must run back a
month to the scene of festivity where we
left the Mac with his head high in the
air, and thesskirts Of the musical prodigy
trailing full a yard behind her. Neither
OF them missed Jenny till the splendid
repast was ready, and the guests were not
discensolate for the society of their hostess
But now, indeed, it was time for Jenny to
take her rightful place; and with many
an inward prayer that she would be as
little unequal to the occasion as could be
expected of her, and a resolve to caution
her to speak only when necessary, and a
certainty in his heart that she would at
least be pleasant to look upon, Mr.. Mac
Neil awaited his wife. [ needn't say he
waited in vain; and two or three of the
servants not being able to find her, Mr..
Mac Neil, in high displeasure, sent shiel
off with an immediate order for the per.
emtory appearance before him. Shiel
hunted high and low, and came back to
partner with a wild look of alarm in his
face, and his now scanty locks almost on
end.
"She's clean gone!--not sign of her!o
of her!" he said.
Mr.. Mac Neil was more mad than
grieved, for he knew Fshe'd come in
he said, at the fag-end Of the feast, and
spoil everything. sShe's run out some
where for something" said poor Mac,
little thinking of the nature of her Grand.
He made an apt excuse to his daughter,
and the supper went on successfully.
Poor Shiel ate never a mouthful, and his
face was as white and bland as if he
had seen ghost; but nobody minded
Shiel. In truth, Macs own appetite was
little frustrated, and as the night wore
away he was heartily glad to see the peo-
pie trooping out to their carriages. When
all were gone, little upstairs maid, who
had been always civil to poor Jenny, put
a little note into Macs hand, saying that
her mistress told her not to give it to
him till the festivity was over. Mac
opened it with a trembling hand, and
read poor Jenny's scrawl:
elm gone for good and all, dearie. For
long time I've seen that you and my
darling child were beyond me in every
thing. I can never get up to you; so
please forgive me if | stop by the way.
God bless and prosper you, is the prayer
of your faithful Jenny.
Mac handed it over to Shiel, and
drOpped into chair as If struck bv an