The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1881-10-27
lFrom the Living Age.l
MY FAITHFUL JOHNNY.
CHAPTER III.

| CHAPTER III.
One day Ellen came to me, on her
arrival, with an air of suppressed ex-
element quite unusual to her. 1t
was not, evidently, anything to be
alarmed about, for she looked half
way between laughing and crying,
but not melancholy. 'May I speak
to you after Chatty has had her les
son?" she asked. | felt sure that
some new incident had happened in
her courtship, about which l was so
much more interested than about.any
other courtship was acquainted with.
So I arranged with all speed-not an
easy thing when there are so many in
house-to be left alone, and free to
hear whatever she might have to say.
She was little hurried with the les
son, almost losing patience over Chat
tvs fumbling how the child did
tumble oyer the lingering, putting
the third finger where the first should
be, and losing count altogether Of the
thumb, which is too useful member
to be left without occupation! It ap-
peared to me half-a-dozen times that
Ellen was on the eve Of taking the
music off the piano, and garroting
Chatty with the arm which rested
nervously on the back of the child's
chair. However, she restrained these
impulses, if she had them, and got
through the hour tant bie,a que NAL.
It was even with an air of extreme
deliberation, masking her excitement,
that she stood by and watched her pu-
pill putting away the music and clos
ing the piano. Chatty, of course,
took longer time than usual to these
little arrangements, and then fingered
in the room. Generally she was too
glad to hurry away.
"Go, Chatty, and see if the others
are ready to go out for their walk"
"They have gone already, mamma.
They said they would not wait for me-
They said | was always so long Of get
ting my things on"
But why are you long Of getting
your things on? Run away, and see
what nurse is about; or if Fraulein
Stimme would like
"Fraulein isn't here to-day. How
funny you are, mamma, not to re-
member that it's Saturday -
"Go this moment!" | cried wildly,
and tell nurse that you must go out
for walk Do-you think | will per-
NIT you to lose your walk, because the
others think you are long Of putting
your things on? Nothing of the
sort. Go at once, Chatty." l cried,
clapping my hands as | have way of
doing, to rouse them when they are
not paying attention, without a
word!''
To see the child's astonished face!
She seemed to stumble over herself in
her haste to get out Of the room. Af-
ter the unusual force of this adjura-
tion [ had myself become quite excit-
ed. / waved my hand to Ellen, who
had stood by listening, half frighten-
ed BY my ,a vehfmenee' en- P91ntlng Pl: ggo her to
all about it" said.
rs it really for me that you have
sent Chatty away in such hurry?
How good Of you!'' said Ellen. And
then she made a pause, as if to bring
herself into an appropriate frame of
mind before making her announcement.
II could not rest till [ had told you.
You have always. taken such an inter
est. John has got rise Of fifty
pounds year."
81 am very glad, very glad, Ell
len"
81 knew you would be pleased, He
has been expecting it for some time
back; but he would not say anything
to me, in case | should be disappointed
if it did not come. So [ should, most
likely, for l think he deserves a great
deal more than that. But the best
people never get so much as they de-
serve. Fifty pounds year is great
rise all at once, don't you think? and
he got hint that perhaps about mid
summer there might be better post
offered to him. Isn't it fattering
Of course, l know he deserves it; but
sometimes those who deserve the most
don't get what they ought. That
makes two hundred and twenty; an
excellent income, don't you think
He will have to pay income-tax," Ell.
len said, with flush Of mingled pride
and qualification and grievance which
it was amusing to see.
II don't know that 1 think much O1
the income-tax; but it is very pleasant
that he is so we'll thought Of" | said
"And another rise at midsummer
1t seems more than one had any righ
to expect" said Ellen. Her hand
were clasped in her lap, her finger
twisting and gntylstipg unconscious
without seeing anything, upon tn
blue sky outside She was rapt in
pleasant dream Of virtue rewarded an,
goodness triumphant. A smile wen
and came upon her face like sunshine
'And yet" she cried, ito hear peopl
speak, you would think that it Wa
meyer the right men that got on
Even in sermons in church you al
ways hear that it is rather disadvan
taSe to you if you are nice and good