Morning journal and courier., 1881-12-29

rived home for the holiday vacation The
 old man was in attendance at the depot when
 the train arrived, with the old horse in the delivery wagon to convey his daughter and
 her trunk to the house. When the train had
 stopped bewitching array of dry goods and
 @ wide brimmed hat dashed from the car, and flung herself into the elderly party's arms.
 Why you superlative pal" she exclaimed:
 s'Pm ever so utterly glad to see you" | The old man was somewhat unnerved by the greeting but he recognized the seal skin cloak in his grip as the identical piece of property he had paid for with the bay mare. and he sort of squat it up in his arms, and planted 8 kiss where it would do the most good with report that sounded above the noise at the depot. In brief space of time the trunk and it's attendant baggage were 1 loaded into the wagon, which was soon bump 1 ing over the hubbles toward home
 Pa, dear" said the young miss, survey ing the team with a critical eye, "do you con- slider this quite excessively beyond ?'' Hey ?" returned the old man with pug zled air; ''quite excessive beyond what Be- yond Warren I consider it about ten mile 1 beyond Warren, countin' from the Bath way, | If that's what you mean.'' "Oh no, pa; you don't understand me-" the daughter explained I mean this wagon | and horse. Do you think they are soulful2 do you think they could be studied apart in the light of symphony, or even single
 
 on returning home as one sould express The old man twisted uneasily in his seat and muttered something about he believed it used to be used for an express before he bought 1t to deliver pork in, but the conver- sation appeared to be travelling in such lonesome direction that he fetched the horse resounding crack on the rotunda, and the severe Jolting over the frozen ground pre- vented further remarks
 "Oh, there is that lovely and consummate ma :" screamed the returned collegiatess as they drew up at the door, and presently she was lost in the embrace of a motherly woman in spectacles.
 Well Maria" said the old man at the sup- per table as he nipped piece of butter off the lump with his own knife an how d'you like your school ?"
 Well, there, pa, now you're shou-I mean I consider it far too beyond, replied the daughter. ''It is unquenchably ineffa- ble The girls are sumptuously stunning Il mean grand-so exquisite-so intense. And then the parties, the balls, the rides on, the past weeks have been one of sublime harmony"
 ''I s'pose sol s'pose so," nervously as- sented the old man as he reached for his third cup, s'half full ''-but how about your books.readin', writin', grammar, rule O. three-how about them ?''
 s'Pa don't" exclaimed the daughter re- proachfully; ''the rule of three grammar 1t Is French and music and painting and the divine in art that have made my school life the bos-I mean that have rendered it one unbroken flow of rhythmic bliss-incompara- ply and exquisitely all but.'
 The grocery man and his wife looked help Iessly at each other across the table. After @ lonesome pause the old lady said:
 How do you like the biscuits, Maria ?"
 "They are too utter for anything" gush- ed the accomplished young lady, land this plum preserve Is simply a poem in itself"
 oI1,- and went out of the room, rubbing his head in dazed and benumbed mInner and the mass convention was dissolved That night he and his wife sat alone by the stove until a late hour, and at the breakfast table the next morning, he rapped smartly on his plate with the handle of his knife and remarked:
 s'Maria-me an your mother have been talkin' the thing over, an we've come to the conclusion that this boardin' school business is too utterly all but too much nonsense Me an her consider that we haven't lived sixty odd consummate years for the purpose of raisin' a curiosity, an there's goin to be stop put to this unquenchable foolishness. Now after you've finished eatin' that poem of fried sausage an that symphony of twisted doughnut, you take an dust up stairs in lessn two seconds, an peel off that fancy gown an put on a caliker, an then come down here an help your mother wash dishes want it distinctly understood that there aint goin' to be no more rhythmic foolishness in this house, so longs your superlative pa an mas runnin' the rancho You hear me, Maria ?"
 Maria was listening