Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-05
WHO WAS HER NEIGHBOR,

WIeu MIS-. bearusly went TO Dalton To
live she knew very few people. She had
lived IN city all her life, been educated
we'll, and came of cultivated and rather
proud family; but she was not proud in
their fashion, She had always earned
her own living IN one way or another,
chiefly by writing for magazines and
ne ~spapcrs. Whatever the outside world
may think, this is not lucrative bust
ness, and our friend had otter people to
help ON in life, so she had laid up moth
ing; and, after a while she married poor
man and came to Dalton, a fourishing
country town, to live. THey went to
housekeeping in an old house, small and
inconvenient, but Of pleasant outlook,
and: once settled, began to look about
them. 20, Fred! I do hope I shall have
nice neighbors," said the little woman,
as they sat at breakfast one day.
II don't know, Tina, how you'll like
them; of course they'll like you"
''Thats very proper of you to say, sir. y
laughed Mrs. Beardsley, "but I am more
apt 70 like people than they are to like
me-
This was quite true. Justina Boards
ley was very honest, frank, unconven-
tional and acute; she spoke her mind too
freely to be always comfortable friend.
Human nature loves fattery, and she
never fattered; however, our business is
with our neighbors. Il -
Up the street lived the Dean family.
Mrs. Dean was a handsome, cool, calm
sort of woman, with three daughters, all
under fourteen. Her husband kept a
country store, and had made some mon:
'ey; her house was very fine, with shining
furniture, Brussels carpets, 'and always
strictly curtained, screened and blinded
from sun and air. Mrs. Dean was very
good woman, she never tailed to attend
every meeting there was, and she always
went to church, rain or shine, and took
her children to Sunday school with the
same persistence. She was woman who
did her duty in these respects earnestly
and conscientiously, and never could I'M
derstand why every one else was not
equally faithful
Now her new neighbor was not a
strong woman, and her work was hard
1t frequently happened to her to have a
dreadful neuralgia headache on Sunday
and though she was accustomed in hel
youth to go to church as pcnctlliously as
the minister himself, and had really over.
worked herself in the city mission Sun.
day-schools, she frequently now spent the
day of rest on her sofa, with throbbine
pains in her head, and back aching il
every fiber Nor did she send Tommy
her little fve-year old boy, to Sunday
school, for she preferred to teach him a
home.
"Have you been to see Beardsley's wife
my dear?' said Mr.. Dean, one morning
about three weeks after the new neigh.
bors made their appearance.
''No, not yet. I thought should not
hurry. I do not think she is very good
person to be intimate with. She does
not send her boy to Sabbath school, and
hardly ever goes to church. I do not
wish to encourage such person to visit
US freely"
MI. Dean said no more. His wife's
chin was square and her lips thin; he
really respected her rather severe good
ness. She did call upou the newcomer
was little Mortified to find what common
furniture she had, and how the sun
streamed in on the old three ply carpet
and she went away, leaving behind her q
chill such as follows an iceberg. Mrs
Beardsley knew she was disapproved Of,
and why, for she was quick of discern
ment; and, knowing lnwardly that she
really did try and wish above all things
to be Christian woman, she felt sad and
sorry that her light did not shine better
Then it occurred to her that after all God
knew about it, and knew she did not like
to go to church, and did not like to be
kept at home with neuralgia and exhaus-
ton, so she left this new trouble to Him,
Down the street lived Mrs. Roberts, a
well-to-do mechanics wife.
II see Beardsley's folks have moved in
was the husbands comment.
Eyes, they have; but shan't trouble
them with my company. She's a city
woman, and writes for the papers, beside.
She won't want to see common folks like
me. Mrs. Dean will call On her, pre-
sumo to say, and the rich folks In town
but I know enough not to go where amt
wanted, and, moreover, I never die like
stuck-up tolks.''
II don't know but what we're lust as
good as she is, Mariar; and if YOU come
to the money p'iut ont, l could buy an
sell Fred Bcardsley over an ag'in.''
'Well, guess you could; but she's goi
her own click, and ! shan't tronhle her