The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1878-07-04

her suggestion to hire this little place o'
yours lor the C ming ycat.'
My good gracl0us!' sara Il voice
behind US t; end there stood sally, az rrd
Az the feathers in the duster che held ~
her hand. ,u
Yes, Mrs. Brown" said Black,
e we've always been fond OF this niue
Mace, and | really believe we shall be
happy here in our adver.ity AZ you Will
in your fine new house"
|PerditiOn seize my new hne mouse,
and every one that has led me into this
muddle!1 / cried, beside myself with
hipht and yexali0n. Yuu know well
that / sha'n't have the money to 90 on
with IT,. It will be all ] can do to keep
from bankruI icy mys,lf"
"GOd forbid that | should refuse 70
aid my husband in this extremity !
said Sally, with great nobility Of accent
and manner. oven make the sacrl
fee ourselves, Joe; well keep our OVID
title place; we'll go on in the old way,
dear. We II stay here ourselves, Joe.
Pm obliged TO you for your consid
c%ration, madam" replied, but when
| The horse il gone its too late to shut the
stab door. The house is let and-aDd
the furniture il soId."
only furniture s1ld p' shrieked Sally
'Oh oh Oh my furniture, my dear
oil furniture taken from me! Why,
taey can't do il! they sha'n't! IL"
! mine 1t amt yours, They can take
my thi & for yourdcbts. 49,,
Just wait" sid /, "will you, till
| you're called upon to pay my debts I
| You gave orders for the furniture 10 be
| sold aud the house to be rented yourself.
The agent told me thi1 morning that II
young married couple had taken them.
Wen have TO 20 to town and take a fur
nished fiat"
"A furnished fiat" echoed my wife,
sinking into Il chair, and covering her
lace with her apron" furnished fiat J,
And although can safely swear she had
time and again held this way of living
to be Il domestic felicity, there was an
u@nspeakable misery in her view OF
it now. az wish | was dead % she said.
"Td rather 90 to my grave than to a
furnished nat-just in the lovely spring
time, when the Brahmas are beginning
TO ret, and the strawberry bed is n
mass OF bloom. Oh, my poor child ~
he cried to Resale, who had run in and
thrown herself on her mothers knee,
your Mr. Green has turned out to be
a nasty deiaulter. A young married
couple have deprived US of house and
home, and your father has the cruelty
to talk to me of q furnished fiat"
"He isn't my Mr.. Green" Rosalie
broke in, "nor ever was, and the married
couple won't rob you of anything but
buta-a bad, undutiful daughter. You
hall stay here, mother, and-and Boz
Bob, and | will 20 to the city and take
the furnished fiat"
"Am / to understand" said ], adj
vancing to this dear, blushing, weeping
child, and feeling u singular warmth
and cheer creeping about my fainting
heart; tam | to believe that you and
Bob are the married couple in question:
Rosalie hung her sweet head, and my
wife cried out to me, with the coolest
that she told me how it would
be all along, and that all further opposi-
Ton on my part would be Useless.
You'd better 20 to the train, joe
she said "poor old Black has been
gone this ten minutes. And bring
home some garden seeds with you, and
bring Bob to supper. Wen all live
here together. And please God, my
darling" she said, finging her arm
about our little daughter, we'll all be
happy yctl"-H arper's Weekly.