Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-05

tainly had not that repose which marks
the caste of We're de We're and when
she called to collect the bill she gave
my mother an unlimited piece OF her
mind, ending with: "Td hev you to
know, ma'am, that me and my folks is
jest as good as you and your folks any
day In the year and, as for my John,
ef I'd knowed what he was after Id hev
showed him. A hity-tity piece nasty
little thing like that /! Ugh!'
"Has she gone crazy?" painted man.
ma. "What have we done?"
And then I burst into tears.
"Don't blame her, mamma" !
sobbed. GIVE brokenipoor John Rogers
heart"
There was a good deal of rain about
that time, and chills and fever prevailed
to an alarming extent. John Rogers
took them-I suppose lying on the
ground was not good for him-and had
them very badly. He enjoyed it, think
now, but he was a terrible, haunting
ghost to me as he grew thinner and
thinner, and Follower and yellower, and
haunted my path with reproachful
google eyes and Tennyson sticking out
Of his pocket. I think my remorse
might eventually have broken down my
constitution if papa had not decided that
we should all spend year in Europe.
I married abroad, and on our return
we all settled in New York, and felt
glad not to return and face the tomb
stone of poor John Rogers.
l. |,
band, with tears in my eyes-"I'm
afraid, love, that I have broken one
honest heart that loved me well, aad
that I may even be responsible for
life."
And I never dared to sleep alone in
the dark, for I fear Of seeing the ghost
Of poor John Rogers pointing to vol
gme of Tennyson.
"How the years fyw But mine flew
happily. 1 was 80 years old, and the
mother of three little children, when we
one day bethought us to go upon an ex-
cursion up the river. The day was fine;
the air delicious; the boat little too
crowded. On our way we stopped at
the landing nearest our old home, and,
though fourteen years had flown, l
thought of John Rogers and grew mel
ancholy.
"That ghost" I said to myself, "will
never be laid. Yet certainly I did moth
ing wrong. [ never encouraged him,
and [ could not marry him. Thatwould
have been impossible.
Meanwhile the gang-plank, as be-
ieve they call it, was thrown out, and
some people came ON board. Among
them was an exceedingly fat, comforta-
BILE man of 35 or more his wife, a dry,
skinny person, in bright blue bonnet
and a purple grenadine dress, and
small tribe of children. I should not
have noticed them any more than any Of
promptitude in gathering up camp-stools
and the fact that he seated the family
very near our party. Once established,
however, it was impossible to forget
them, for he talked necessarily.
"Martha Jane, got the basket Wal,
I am relieved thought you'd left it, and
we'd be obliged to buy our victuals at
the tavern, charging as they do. Sally,
stop scratchin' your shoe toes. Do you
think I'm made of money? Ma, hist
Peter onto your lap, won't you? Next
thing he'll be overheard. Don't scratch
your head so, David. Ma, your vailu
git blowed off next, and you'll be both
erin about new one"
"When I bother, I'll get one, replied
a sharp female voice. "Ef l was You I
wouldn't publish my meanness to the
hull boat, John Rogers"
John Rogers At the name I turned,
and looked full into the fat mans face.
It was very red and round now. No
hollow in the cheeks-no sharpness in
the temples, but there were the big Cog
gle eyes, round and blue as ever. The
nose, with the funny hicks in the nos
trils, and the curious, pale reddish eye
brows, and good deal Of the pale red
dish hair.
cit is John Rogers j" I calculated,
involuntarily. It was his turn to be
startled.
"Who on earth !" he calculated.
Then sudden light Of recognition
appeared on his face.
"Not Miss Celina Tompkins p he
cried, and we shook hands. "This
here my phituoI, A0 Sdlu, WeuCdtAS
his wife with wave Of his umbrella;
"and I see you've got one, too, and both
our quivers is purity full. We've got
older, amt we, all Of us, since you lived
to Plankville? Grand ther Tas FORTUNATE
enough to die next spring, and me and
Samanthy stepped off in August. I
weigh more'n [ used to done I turn the
miller's scales at 200. Mrs. Rogers, this
here is"
I gave him my married name as he
paused, and received very unfavorable
glance from Mrs. John Rogers.
Afterward I heard her spouse explain
ing:
"She sot considerably by me when
she was gal, but she took too many
airs. She was one Of them kind that
was all outside and nothin' solid, so let
her know wasn't to be caught. They
did say she most broke her heart. I
dunno"
eff she knowed whatI've had to stand