Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-09-18

creased day by day He was getting to
! be quite a moneyed man, and really an
authority in music. Busts Of Beethoven,
Mozart, Haydn, and all the rest stared
poor Shiel in the face. Look which way
| he would, the sightless balls ofthese old
masters followed him.
And Jenny, finding that the very
walls of the old nest We're almost burst
ing asunder, consented at last to move
into q fine new house in new neighbour
hood and have new furniture and new
clothes, q new church and minister, a
new butcher and baker, and, worst of
all, some very superior and excellent
servants, who took the whole establish
ment out other hands, and left her high
and dry upon the banks of prosperity,
with nothing to do but to enjoy herself.
And all at once she began to be most
miserable. Mr.. Mae Neil and his re-
markable daughter stepped out Of their
nest as the blithest, finest, most sagaci-
Gus of birds, left the worthless tenement
that has served its purpose, and began
| forthwith to scratch and peck and
scramble for themselves in the most ma
tural and praiseworthy way. But poor
Jenny stumbled at every step. and grew
more featherless and forlorn as the
years went by. Pretty she was vet, far
prettier than her daughter, but this did
not seem to win for her the admiration
! she most coveted. Poor Jenny would
| have gladly taken the pondorous form
and features of Mrs. Delaney We're,
could she have gained thereby that
lady's severely critical taste and talent,
or the long bony neck of Miss Perry if
it could still hold those wonderfully
high notes which Mr.. Mac Neil SO ad-
mired. Do what she would the old &C
cent that was once so dear to her hus-
bands ears still chung to her.
Don't say 'yere' for here Jenny"
expostulated Mr.. Mac Neil; "and I'd
rather do without any thing at the table
than the letter h, except when it's one
letter too many"
So Jenny began to speak only from
sheer necessity. She never could please
her husband any more, do what she
would, and didn't care to find favor in
the sight Of others 1t began to be APP
parent to Jenny that she was clog and
q burden to her husband and her
daughter-nay, to the whole world in
which they delighted to live-and there
came time when she resolved no long
er to be the 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 plain black silk,
crouched behind one of these
while Mr.. MacNeil 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 prodi-
| gy, who was now well-grown young
woman. swept along IN rustling white
silk that the dress-maker wouldn't let
Jenny do even the cording for. On
they went, and Jenny's heart swelled
big with pride. then sank with mortiti-
cation, for two fine ladies near her,
| leaning upon the arms Of a good-nat-
ured-looking gentleman, began all at
once to cavil at poor Jenny, who had
never in her whole life said evil of any
body.
"The mamma appears to be invisi-
be-" said one Of them. "They say
she is shut up in the coal hole upon
these occasions; and no wonder, when
one thinks Of the blunders Of the poor
creature"
Perhaps she is in the Kitchen" said
| the other. I" [ have heard that is where
Mr. Mac Neil first found her"
| Then up spoke the good-natured-
looking gentleman, and said that if she
could make a good ragout there, her
husband ought to rise up and call her
| blessed, for it was finer accomplish
ment than any he could remember;
| and one thing was certain, she was a
| far prettier 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 later on, one of their old
| friends, the wife Of a journeyman prin-
| ter, in the dear old neighborhood Of the
forsaken nest, was startled by the appa-
ritlon of g comely face, dear to the
| olden time Of merlin ent and song, but
now blurred with tears; and the tale
she told Mrs. M'Shane anticipated every
word of.
MY poor bairnie," she said, 8" knew
how 'twould be when [ saw Macs way
of going on. His stuck-up airs and his
talk about 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 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 furniture: SO before the
month was out Jenny was back in her
nest, but sick at heart. and sometim es
ready to die.
In the mean while we must run back
a month to the scene Of festivily where
we left Mac with his head high in the
air, and the skirts Of the musical prod
ICY trailing full yard behind her.
| Neither Of them missed Jenny till the