The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-05-18

possession of the estate, and they wanl
our farmhouse for their gardener
When Mrs. Marks was alive her garden
er had rooms over the stable, and very
comfortable rooms they were, too, and
the kitchen-garden was just back of the
big house. But l suppose the new peo-
pie are more stylish than the old ones,
want their kitchen-garden larger and
farther away than Mrs. Marks was,
and so they take from us our home,
and we are obliged to move to Grass
town.
"And are your father and mother
as much attached to Daisyville as you
and your sisters areP" he asks.
Even more attached to it," she an
swers, " if that be possible. 1t almost
breaks my heart to see mothers sad
face. But l must try to make the new
home as bright for them as | can-that
is, if ever l get there. o dear! how
very unfortunate that Charley hOuld
have taken it into his head to be so
naughty this day of all othersr'
con the contrary, | think, Miss
Gray''-it has transpired that her name
is Bessie Gray" that it is the most
fortunate thing that could have hap
pened.n
Her blue eyes and her red mouth
open in wonder.
Because" -answering the look
if Charley had behaved well instead
of badly you would have been at Grass
town long before this, and | should not
have had the pleasure of meeting You.
And now | am about proposing some
thing which will seem extremely absurd
to you, although in reality the wisest
thing that could be done under the cir
cumstances. Suppose we turn Charley's
head in the direction of his old home
and see what speed he will make them"
But" looking at him half fright
ened, as Lion bounds forward with a
loud cheerful bark to meet n stalwart
old man who comes suddenly around
a corner, his hat in one hand and red
silk handkerchief in the other, and who
shouts the moment he catches sight of
her:
"Why, girl, where have you BEEN?
What on earth's the matter?'
Bessie leaves unfinished the " Butt
begun speech and runs laughingly to
him, and, taking the hat from his hand,
fans him theoretically while she ex-
plains: Charley was the matter,
father. You can't think how aggravat-
ing he's been. He wouldn't 90 until
this conference.-the another pretty
blush" was kind enough to make him
60"
The old man looked keenly at the
young one. And pray where did you
come from, and who may you be?" he
asked, sharply.
g. will tell you where l came from,
and how 1 happened to meet your
daughter, at some future time. Mean
while you will learn from this who |
am''-handing a card to the old farmer,
on which was engraved "Charles
Marks, Jr."
Our old landlady's nephew and
heir?'
1.-The same, at your service; and
having no desire, in spite of my agents
arrangements to the contrary, to begin
my life at Daisyville by turning so wor-
thy tenant Gin his heart he added,
" with so pretty daughter'') "out of
years, I was just PROPOSING to Miss
Gray as you made your appearance that
Charley should be stopped in his mad
career, and once and for all be turned
toward his old home"
care you quite in earnest, sir?"
Never more so in my life. Whoa,
Charley, poor old boy!' and around
went horse and wagon, and off started
the fiery steed so fast that they could no
longer follow him, Lion, leaping a
yard in air. in the eXuberance of his
delight, galloping by his side.
Hes all right" said the old man,
his face beaming with happiness. "And
won't mother look wonderfully sur
prised when she sees him coming up
the lane? | don't know how to thank
you, sir"
"Dont thank me. l deserve no
thanks says Charles Marks, holding
aside low-hanging tree branch that
Bessie may pass under.
"And the new gardener?n asks Bes-
sic, looking back at him.
"Will have the rooms over the stable.
You know yow said they were very
comfortable o."
but your train?" persists Bessie,
with the first CLEAN of coquetry that
ever sparkled in her blue eyes.
I'D much rather walk" says Mr..
Marks.
When next the blossoms are on the
orchard trees and the spring flowers
are running wild through the grass
there is a new mistress at the big house
in Daisyville--a pretty little thing, with
lovely blue eyes, bright golden hair,
and sweet, cheerful voice. Her name
is Bessie, and she is the idol of her hus-
band, and, strange as it may appear,
the beloved of her mother-in-law.
And in the stable, as well, nay, bet
ter, cared for as the handsome ponies
and the splendid chestnut, is an old,
white, odd-looking horse called Char
ley, his days of toll all over, and all his
ways ways of pleasantness, and all his
paths paths of ace.-Harper'S Weekly.
Edison on His Photograph.