Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-02-02

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Rockland man, who has grown comfort
able well off in the small grocery line
was sent away TO ''female college. and
last week she arrived home for the hoi.
day vacation. The old man was in atten-
dance 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
a bewitching array of dry goods and q
wide-brimmed hat dashed from the car,
and flung itself into the elderly party's
arms.
why you superlativc pal" she ex.
claimed, I'm ever so utterly glad TO see
you"
The old man was somewhat unnerved
by the greeting, but he recognized the
sealskin cloak in his grip as the iden-
teal piece of property he had paid for
with the bay mare, and he sort of hug
ged it up III his arms, and planted a
kiss where il would do the most good
with report that sounded above the
noise of the depot In brief space OF
| time the trunk and its attendant baggage
were loaded into the wagon, which was
soon humping over the cobbles toward
| home.
"Pa, dear" said the young miss, sur
veying the team with critical eye, "do
you consider this quite excessively
beyond?'
"Hey?" returned the old man with a
puzzeled air ;"quite excessively beyond
what? Beyond Warren? l consider il
somewhat about ten mile beyond Warren
countin' from the Bath way, if that's
what you mean.
"Oh, no, pa; you don't understand
me, !" the daughter explained. / mean
this wagon and horse. Do you think
they are soulful?-do you think they
could be studied apart in the light of
a symphony, or even a simple poem.
and appear as intensely utter TO one ON
returning home as one could express?'
The old man twisted Cneasily in his
seat and muttered something about he
believed it used TO be used for an ev-
press before he bought it to deliver pork
in, but the conversation appeared TO be
travelling in such a lonesome direction
| that he fetched the horse q resounding
crack upon the rotunda, and the severe
| iolting over the frozen ground prevent
ed further remarks.
"Oh there is that lovely and consum-
ated mai" screamed the returning col
legiatess as they drew up at the door,
| and presently she was lost III the en-
brace of motherly woman in specta-
| cles.
"Well Maria, said the old man at the
supper table, as he nipped piece of
butter off the lump with his own knife,
IAN how d'you like your SCHOOL,"
"Well, there, pa, now you're shout
mean consider it far too beyond" re-
piled the daughter. lit is unquestion-
ably ineffable. The girls are so sump-
tuously stunning-I mean grand-so ex-
quisite-so intense. and then the parties
the balls, the rides-oh, the past weeks
have been one sublime harmony"
81 s'pose So s'pose So" nervously
assented the old man as he reached for
his third cup, 'half full"-"but how
about your books-readin', writin',
grammar, rule O. three-how about
them?"
"Pa! don't" exclaimed the daughter
reproachfully; "the rule of threel gram
mari 1t is French and music end
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-incomparahly and
exquisitely all but"
The grocery man and his wife looked
helplessly at each other across the table,
After lonesome pause the old lady
said:
"How do you like the biscuits.
Marie?"
"They are to utter for anything"
gushed the accomplished young lady,
"and this plum preserve is simply
poem in Itself"
The old man rose abruptly from the
table, and went out of the room, rubbing
his head in dazed and benumbed man
ner, aud the mass convention was dis
solved. That night he and his wife sat
alone by the stove until late hour,
and at the breakfast table the next
morning, he raped smartly on his
plate with the handle of his knife, and
remarked:
"Maria-me an yonr mother have
been talkin' the thing over, an we've
come to the conclusion that this board
in school business Is too utterly all but
too much nonsense. Me an her con-
slider that we haven't lived sixty odd
consummate years for the purpose of
raisin curiosity, an there's goin' to he
stop put to this unquenchable fool
ishness. Now after you've finished
that poem of fried sausage an that SYM
phony of twisted doughnut, you take
an dust up stairs IN less'n two seconds,
an peel off that fancy gown an put on
a caliker an then come down an help
your mother wash dishes. want it
distinctly understood that there amt
goin' to be no more rhythmic foolish
ness in this house, so longs your
superlative pa an yonr lovely an con-
summate mas runnin' the rancho. You
hear me Mariap"
Maria was listening.