The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-12-12
"Jump in, girls, let US wind up orr
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Jump in, girls, let US wind up our
outing royalty"
The servant had already loaded in
their bundles. the driver had difficult
ty in holding the impatient horses.
and Jennie and Sue and Uncle John
were finally in the carriage. and away
they went with dash.
Finally the carriage stopped before
q stately gateway, Illuminated by two
brilliant gss lights, an,. he door was
opened by the obsequious footman.
"Why, Uncle, the driver has made
q mistake. This is not home" said
jennie, looking out.
"Not home :" answered Uncle John,
getting out on the sidewalk. Eyes,
this is home; or, if it is not, We will
walk the rest Of the way"
Jennie laughed her merry laugh.
This homei Why this was the Lo-
Gusts. the grandest mansion in Rifle
town. Many a time had she looked
admiringly at its broad velvet lawns.
its masses of BLOOMING flowers. its rare
and beautiful trees, its winding walks,
its statues, its rows If green houses
and graperies. Uncle John was get
ting facetious. The girls got out, The
footman touched his hat, mounted by
the side of the driver, whs without
waiting for his fee. drove away.
Gene. girls, let us GO up aud look
at the mansion. Perhaps, after all.
it is the little brown cottage made over
hy - wish # some modern Aladdin"
said Uncle John.
Again Jennie laughed.
"Why, Uncle John, has coming
home turned yonr head? If We should
90 and ask to look at the mansion.
they would send for the pslice."
Send for the police? Hardly as
bad as that. Jennie. At any rate, |
have a call to make. Come up the
walk little way.
Uncle John took his companions
each by the arr, and with gentle force
led them up to the broad marble steps,
up the very steps, and did not pause
until he had swung back the door of
the stained glass. and the three stood
in the stately hail of the mansion.
Turning to the right, he swung open
door and motioned his companions to
enter. AS Jennie did 80, she uttered
an exclamation of delight. She had
entered her ideal Of a library. The
room was flooded with soft. mellow
light. Shelving, friage1 with bright
leather, stamped in gold. extended to
the ceiling. on which reposed rows and
rows of books. in dainty bindings.
fragrant Russia, polished. shining calf,
scarlet and green and blue morocco.
Huge folios Of ensravings we're in
their appropriate rests. Easy chairs
were every where and every applia nee
for literary ease or study.
"My dear child, said Uncle John.
taking Jennie in his arms ard kissing
her tenderly, "this is the little brown
cottage. after all. This is home. And
yet what 1 wrote you is true, had
no home, no wife, DO child but / had
hundreds of thousands in money
Business men meet with reverses but
I am not enc of the unfortunate. l
wrote all my relatives. You alone
responded alone offered the supposed
pauper a home. Had 1 come to you
with al nv wealth you could not
have cared for me more tenderly.
Hencefcrth you are no longer nv
neice you are my own daughter. /
have legally adopted you. You are
Jennie Rivers. And. Sue," turning
to the astonished girl, sis also to share
your home. She may ceme as your
housekeeper or as your companion and
hOnored guest"
And 50 Jennie laid aside all her old
cares and worries. even the name of
Ham, Beyond the Atlantic" was no
longer unattainable. Her life of re-
preston only fitted her for the keener
and truer enjoyment Of the new life,
and as poverty had never dashed her
sunny temper, SO riches failed to
change her.
This episode in the life of Jennie
Rivers seems like q romance but, for
once, truth and poetic justice were in
accord.