The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-02-08


A lew months ago the daughtsrn
a Rockland man, who has growI
comfortably well off in tho smal
grocery line, was sen3 away to a "fe
male college" a7d a short time agt
she arrived home for the vacation
The old man was in attendance a
the depot when the train arrived
with the old horse in the deliver,
wagon to convey his daughter anc
her trunk to the house. When th,
train had stopped hewitching ar
ray of dry goods and wide e.brimmeo
hat dashed from the car, and flung
itself into the elderly party's arms.
why you superlative pa r she
exclaimed "l'm ever SO utterly
glad TO see YOU"
The old man was somewhat un
nerved bv the greeting. but he recog
nized the sea skin cloak in his grip
as the identic, Il piece of property hs
had paid for " .th the bay mare, and
he sort of squat it up in his arms
and planted a kiss where il would
do the most good with a report thai
sounded above the noise of the de
pot. In a brief space of time the
trunk and its attendant baggage
were loaded into the wagon, which
was soon humping over the bubbles
toward home.
''Pa, DEAR" said the young miss
surveying the team with critica
eve, 'do you consider this quite ex'
ceedingly beyond ?"
"Hey ?" returned the old man
with a puzzled air. Quite exces
sive beyond what? Beyond War.
rem ? consider it somewhat abou,
ten miles beyond Warren, countin
from the Bath way, if that's wha,
you mean
"Oh. no pa I; you don't under.
stand me- the daughter explained
Il mean this wagon horse. Do you
think they could be studied apart i'll
the light OF symphony, or even q
simple poem, and appear as intense
ly utter to one on returning home
as one could express?"
The old man twisted uneasily in his
seat and muttered something about
he believed ii used to be used for an
EXPRESS before he bought it to de-
liver pork in, but the conversation
appeared to be travelling in such a
lonesome direction that he fetched
the horse a resounding crack on the
rotunda, and the severe jolting over
the frozen ground prevented further
remarks.
"Oh, there is that lovely and con
summate MAJ" screamed the returned
collegiatess az they drew up at the
door. aud presently she was lost in
the embrace of a motherly woman III
spectacles.
"Well, Maria" said the old man
at the supper table, as he nipped q
piece OF butter off the lump with his
own knife, IAN how d. you like
your school?"
Nv ell, there, pa, now you're shou
Il mean l consider it far beyond,
replied the daugter. 1t is unquench
able ineffable. The girls are So
sump;uously stunning mean
grand-so exquisite-so intense
And then then the parties, the palls
the rides-oh, the past weeks have
been one of sublime harmony"
IL s'pose sol s'pose SO" ner-
vously assented the old man, as h'
reached for his third cup, "half full
but how about your books-read
in, writin' rule OF three-how abou
them.n
Pa! DON'T exclaimed til,
daughter reproachiully the ruiz
ofthree grammar 1t is frenct
music and painting and the divin.
art that have made NY school lif'
the bos-I mean that have rendered
it one unbroken flow of rythmi,
bliss-incomparsbly and exquisite
ly all but"
The grocery man and wife looked
helplessly at each other across TIL,
table. after a lonesome pause tn
old man said +:
"How do vau like the biscuits
Maria ~
They are too utter for anything,
gushed the acco".. .li>hed young la
dy, "and this plum reseye is sim
ply a poem in itself.
The old man rose abruptly from
the table and went ont of the room
rubbing his head in dazed ant
benumbed manner, and the mas
convention was dissolved. Tha
night he and his wife sat alone b,
the stove until a late hour, and a
the breakfast table the next morning
he raped smartly on his plate witt
the handle of his knife, and remark
ed:
'Maria-me an your mother hav
been s..ikin' the thing over. an W
have come TO the conclusion thi
boardin' school business is too utter
| ly much nonsense. Ms and her con
sider that we haven't lived odd con
summa'eyears for the purpose ofrais
IN a curiosity, an there's Roin' to b
a stop put 20 this unquenchabl
foolishness. Now after you've fin
ished eatin' that poem of fried sau
sage an that symphony of twiste'
doughnut, you take an dust u
stairs in less than two seconds, al
peel off that fancy gown an put ol
a kaliker, an then come down her
and help your mother wash dishes
| want it distinctly understoo
that there amt goin' to be no NOR
rythmic foolishness in this hous
so longs your superlative pa al
lyour lovely and consummate ma
runnin' the rancho. You hear ms
Maria 2"
Maria was listening.
Feed for Laying Hens.