Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-02-02

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Or hope be hope if doubts were tled3
Would heights be grand, were ways less steep
Would shores be blest, were seas untossed
Would smiles be fair did we not weep?
our loved so dear, were hearts unlOst?
Oh, calm is deep, though storms are loud;
And flowers are gay through winters heath
And stars more bright where looms the cloud
Thank God for life, thank GOD for DEATH
ARACE FOR A SWEETHEART.
Hardly any event creates a stronger
sensation in thiniy settled New En-.
gland village, especially among the
young folks, than the arrival of fresh
and blooming miss, who ,mes to max
her abode in the neighborhood. When
therefore, Squire johnson, the only lave
yer in the place, and a very respectable
man Of course, told Farmer Jones one
afternoon that his wife's sister, smart
girl Of eighteen, was coming in few
days to reside in his family, the news
flew like wildire through Pond village,
and was the principal topic Of converse
ton for week. Pond village is situated
upon the margin of one OF those beauti-
full sheets of water that gem the whole
surface Of New England, like the bright
stars in an evening sky, and received Its
appellation to distinguish it from two OF
three other villages in that town, which
could not boast Of similar location.
When Farmer Jones came IN to his sup
per about sunset that afternoon, and took
his seat at the table, the eyes Of the
whole family were upon h1n1, for there
was kind OF peculiar working about his
mouth and knowing glance Of his eye
that always told when he had something
of interest to communicate. But Farmer
Jones secretiveness was large, and his
temperament not the most active, and
he would PROBABLY have rolled the i'm
his tongue tor long time, had not Mrs.
Jones, who was of rather an impatient
aud prying turn Of mind, contrived to
draw it from him.
"Now, Mr.. JONES'" said she, as she
handed Linn a cup of tea, "what is it you
are gong to say? Do out with 1t; for
you've been chawing something or other
over in your mind ever since you came
into the house,
''It's my tobacker, s'pose," said Mr.
Jones, with another knowing glance ct
his eve.
SNOW father, what is the use?" said
Susan; 1--WE all know you've got some
thing or other you want to say, and why
can't you tell us what 'tis.''
LA, who cares what 'tis?" said Mrs.
Jones, ''if it was anything worth telling,
we shouldn't have to wait for it, I dare
say"
Hereupon Mrs. Jones assumed an air
of the utmost Indifference, as the sucest
way of conquering what she was pleased
to call Mr.. jones' obstinacy, which by the
way was very improper term to apply
in the case, for it was purely the working
of secretiveness without the least particle
Of obstinacy attached to it.
There was pause Of two or three min
utes in conversation, till Mr.. Jones passed
his cup to be filed second time, when,
with a couple OF preparatory hens, he
began to let out the secret.
I'VE are to have new neighbor here
in few days." said MIR. Jones, stopping
short when he had uttered thus much,
and slipping his tea and filling his mouth
with food.
Mrs. Jones, who was perfect in her tao
tics, said not a word, but attended to the
affairs of the table, as though she had
not noticed what was said. The farmers
secretiveness had at last worked itself
out, and he began again:
ESnuiro TOhrcnr'c xuifa,, CHI to, ic oo,,,
ing here in few days, and is going to
live with EN-
The news being thus fairly divulged, it
left free scope for conversation.
well, I wonder if she is proud, stuck
up piece" said Mrs. Jones.
81 shouldn't think she would be-" said
Susan, "for there amt more sociable
woman in the neighborhood than Mis-
johnson. So if she is at all like her sis
ter think we will like her."
II wonder how old she ISL" said Ste
phen, who was just verging toward the
close of his twenty first year.
'The Squire calls he. eighteen" said
Mr.. Jones, giving wink to his wife, as
much as to say that's about the right age
for Stephen.
II wonder if she is handsome" said
Susan, who was somewhat vain of he1
looks, and having been sort of reignine
belle in Pond village for some time, fell
little alarmed at the idea of rival.
1 dare be bound she's handsome" sai6
Mrs Jones, eff she's sister to Mis- John.
son; for where'll you find handsome,
woman than Mis- johnson, go the towr
through2''
After supper Stephen went down t.
Mr.. Robinson's store, and told the news
to young Charles Robinson and all thu
young fellows who were gathered there
for agame of quoits and ring atwrestling
And Susan went directly over to Mir
Beams and told Patty, and Patty wen
round to the Widow Davis and told Sail,
and before nine o'clock the matter wa!
pretty we'll understood in about ever,
house in the village.
After the close of the fourth day, lit
tie before sunset, chaise was seen t,
drive up to Squire Johnson's door. 0
course the eyes Of the whole village wer
turned in that direction. Sally Davis
who was just coming in from milking
set her pail down on the grass py til
side of the road as. soon as the chais
came in sight, and watched it till i
reached the Squire's door, and the gentle
man and lady had got out and gone int
the house. Patty Bean was doing up th