The Penn's Grove record., 1882-09-02
Getting into Society.

ST tell you, Jack, the farm is not
your vocation. 1 become more and
more convinced of the fact every day
and less contented with the life we are
leading"
Breakfast was over and we stood on
the farm house p~ortico, arm in arm
Ga the sill of the door sat baby scream.
ing with delight, as she fed a pair of
pet pigeons from her dimpled hands
Our breakfast had been a delicious
~one-coffee clear as amber, bread like
snow, and steak done to a turn.
ALI about us was a green tangle of
sweet briar and wild honeysuckle, the
sun was just rising abo ye the noun
tain peaks and the morning air was
sweet and fresh and filled with exqui-
site woodland odors, and musical with
the songs of birds. We could catch a
glimpse of the barn and poultry yards
rom where we stood, and hear the
plaintive lowing of the kline and
dream-like tinkle of their bells.
1 felt vague sort of conviction that
Jack had but little sympathy with my
spirit of discomfort, yet l was deter
mined to carry my point, If possible.
"You are dissatisfied with your lot
/ see that plainly, Neli," said Jack, a
trifie sadly.
"Oh, nonsense I" I put in, mot with
my lot nor with you, only with the
farm, Jack, I'm tired to death with
this prosy, hum. drum life, and 1 hate
to see you delving and toiling like a
slave from son years end to another.
You were born for somathIng better,
Jack-something grander and nobler.
Fancy a man of your abilities growing
grain and digging potatoes and raising
stock to his life's end"
"But, my DEAR" suggested Jack,
1--WE must live and have bread aud bui-
ter"
ITO be sure, Jack, but why not earn
it in amore genteel fashion,"
"Honest labor is always genteel."
"Oh, pshaw /! you don't understand
me, Jack. I mean that you have
capacitie, for something better. You
only cling to the old farm to please
your father, when you coulddo a hun
| bred fold better else where. And, be-
sides, where is our society In this
place, Jack? What lance are there
for our children as they gro ' up?"
Jack laughed as he glanced down at
baby who was struggling furiously to
get a pigeons head in her mouth.
"Ah, Nell. that is looking so far
ahead" he said, land you forget that
1 have lived here all my life.n
"Oh, no, l don't forget. And what
have you done, Jack ?"
Lied an upright life and married
you in the end.'
the clover blossoms. Jack don't forget
that. You found me In town, and
Jack dear, I am anxious to get bac to
my native element. I'm tired of this.
You can get OH ever 80 nicely in town
Jack and there We = get into So
ciety."
Ppm not over fond ofsociety, Nell"
"Oh, but you should be for my sake,
Jack Pm fond of it. / hate to live
like a hermit. Why, Jack, If We desire
to give a little party tomorrow we
could not for lack of guests"
Dear me. Nell, why I could mus
ter scores"
"Ofa certain sort, yes, but l don't
want them, Jack. Ina a little pecu'
liar in my notions. 1 want no society
but the best the-the-sort of socie J
one gets in town."
Questionable society, Nell"
"Well, then, why not? You have
means, Jack, aud l iatter myself thai
we are fitted to move in any circles
Why should we bury ourselves Ii
this Wilderness
"Our means are not inexhaustible.'
SPIN aware of that, Jack, but WI
nave enough for a start and Vanbor
ough offers you a place in the bank
"At a limited salary"
ooh, yes but you can work you
way up, Jack right to the tppmos
round o fthe ladder. Do let's go, Jack
I've lived here to please you ever sine
our marriage; 1 think you can affJrt
to please me a little now"
Jack sighed as he looked out upol
his ripening grainields, but he drew
me close to his heart and kissed me
That's true" he said, "you cam
be expected to care for the farm as
do, Nell. / promised to make 20,