Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1879-11-28
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Rose Terry Cooke in Sunday Afternoonl
Girls don't know anything, anyhow"
sally laughed though the tears stood in
her bright eyes, aS Grandma Jopp snapped
out her formula Of contempt; but the old
lady neither minded the gentle laugh nor the
shining tears she had fun liberty" and her
yoluble tongue took up the role again.
You don't know what YOU re a comm to-
Sally you're only girl you think gttin'
married is all honey nd posies but I'm an
old woman, seventy year old, married fifty
year ago, and | know suthin Land how
yer granther used ter dance round me when
| was gal There want nothin' too good
for me them times, nothin' too slick for him
to say. | was a beauty and a poppet and
sweetheart, and dear knows what all. It's
mawkish to think ont now. don't say but
what was as big a fool as you be. / did set
by him heap, but lands sakes twas over
with quickern nothin', after we'd ben mar
rcd spell, an settled down to stiddy grind
There want lot O. honey and posies in
gettin' a billed dinner, doing hay-makers'
washin, bilin' soap, an pig-killn' time |
tell ye Its work, work, work, for poor folks
and if you know what's good for We, you'll
take up with Squire Simmons nd let Joe Haz-
ard go to-sea."
II hate Squire Simmons" calculated Sal
ly, drawing up her slender figure to its
height and celoring with indignation. 'Td
rather be an old maid ten times over than
marry him"
well there's wuss things than bein' an
old maid ef you're capable, and pleasant
and smart you'd lest as good be an old maid
as be "A poor mans wife"
Depends on who the poor man is, put
in Sally demurely
We'll, you know the old sayin, Sally
when poverty comes into the door love flies
out o the winder''
That's because people open the windows"
laughed Sally.
"Oh go long you're a master hand to
jump the fence, but some day you'll reklect
what | tell ye, and wish you'd counciled with
Grandmother JOpp.'
well, Grandma, if do, I'll tell you So"
SHAW you won't hey me to tell | shall
be in my grave long afore you get to that
pint, Sally"
II never knew anybody to die yet that was
always expectin' to, Grandma. I'm quite
certain you will live at least ten years after
I'm married
Then you he goin' to marry Joe Haz-
ard = eagerly retorted the old woman.
Sally sat down in the chair by which she
was standing and laughed till the tears rose in
her eyes, for just as Grandma Jopp faced
round upon her with this question, neatly
dodglng the matter of her own living or dy-
ing Sally saw Joe Hazards curly, black
head and laughing eyes thrust through the
morning glories before the further window.
Yes marm l reckon she is, shouted the
undaunted Joe, and Grandma whrled round
again to confront this unexpected visitor.
We'll if you hain't got the most brass,
was her breathless remark as she glared at
him over her spectacles.
Good sea-goin metal, amt it Z" inquired
he with comic gravity.
You've got enough ont to sink ship. l
advise ye to take to dry land" snapped
Grandma
Joe began TO sing under his breath, Cease
rude Boreas, which sent Sally into fresh fits
of laughter and running out of the farm
house. she captured the offending party, and
they both sat down on the south door-steps
to hold sweet converse together for Sally
was not in the least frightened by her grand
mothers grim experience and advice. She
was filled with diviner lessons; dreams of
youth and love that laugh at experience, and
believe their world is tie world, and their life
the life of all humanity that grief s the ex-
ception, and happiness the rule that now"
is eternal, and love immortal
Sweet souls it is "a trailing cloud of glo-
ry' from their last home, and it is to life
what the flower is to the fruit the calyx to
the flower, the shoot to the cRlyx, the seed to
the shoot. But for its shelter, its folding
warmth, its strong hope and faith the buds
yea, the very germs of life would faint with
er, die and We should reap no harvest, be
gathered into no heavenly garners hereafter,
Grandmother Jopp was an ordinarily pleas
ant and sensible old lady, but, like most of
her type, she thought as people said of her,
that, There amt much she don't know, an
what she don't know amt worth KNOWN"
1t did not occur TO her that a more atfec-
tionate nature, a gentler spirit, less selfish
ness and impatience on her own part, would
have made married life easier and sweeter
both for her and her husband but Grandpa
Jopp was silent, slow, weakly sort of man,
and while his wife scolded and found fault
with him, he only looked wretched and kept
out of her way as much as he could so, nat
urally enough, she thought herself in the
right He did it "for peace's sake" poor
cowardly soul unaware that in the wars of
matrimony, as in the wars of nations it is
necessary to conquer a peace. good
sound rating or even a sturdy shake would
have restored the balance of power, aud given
him his right position but he dared not assert
himself so, and went on into his grave, the
subject and contempt of a wife who ought to
have loved and respected him, and been a
comfort instead of a curse
JOG 1hLhTu WIS not OF Inlh SOrt, nor was
Sally Hart fashioned after her maternal
type her dark red hair, her
soft, deep hazle eyes, her merry, CHEEKY ma
ture, and tender faithful soul, all came from
the Hart side of the family, and promised a
safe harbor for even a sailors rowing heart.
Sally had been down to salt" at Matoonoc
beach three years in succession with Anut
Lyddy, Grandma Jopp's oldest daughter, a
widow with some property and great deal of
asthma, for the relief of which she visited the
shore every year, taking Sally with her for
since she was the only niece the
childless woman had. They boarded in one of
the gray, weather-beaten houses that dot the
meadow along the Rhode Island shore
houses so dim and misty in their tempest-worn
hue, that they seem like feeble mezzotints
family outlined against the sparkling, heav-
ing sea before, or the verdant stretch of grassy
fields behind them.