Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-08-03

yisaged widow, "but-"
Then" said Jetty, "you have been
guilty of very rude and inhospitable
action"
And, hinging her white buds and BIOS
SONS on the tiled hcor of the green
house, she walked out like princess.
"Weu, l neverh said Mrs. Copman,
scarcely knowing whether to be most
indignant or surprised at this imperial
conduct.
While Jetty Lane hurried on, never
stopping to shed the tears which
seemed to scald her resolute eyelds
until she was safe in the little hazel
copse; and once there under the cool,
quivering boughs of the trees, she burst
into passion of tears.
Miss Lane Jettyl" uttered re-
monstrating voice.
eyes, know" said Jetty, laughing
and sobbirg in the same breath. "I'm
| very foolish, and ought to know better.
But it isn't pleasant to be turned out of
a place"
what do you mean?' said Henry
Charters. gravely.
And Jetty told all.
A dark frown gathered over his
countenance. He had known that
Mrs. Copman and his three sisters-in-
law were selfish, arrogant and domi.
neering. He had been quite aware
that he was little more than a prisoner
of state in his own home; he had even
formed some vague idea that Arabella,
the Youngest and least hard favored of
the three, had designs upon his heart.
As far rs he personally was concerned,
it mattered not one straw. But now
that innocent, dewy-eyed Jetty had
been thus ruthlessly attacked, things
assumed quite different aspect. He
looked down upon the sweet blushing
face; he took both the little hands in
his.
Getty" said he, "this il an uneven
battle. One widow and three resoiute
spinsters against an unprotected speci-
men of the genus homo. Yet think
if had an efficient lieutenant could
defeat the enemy yet. Will you join
the ranks?"
81 don't think understand you %
faltered Jetty.
"You are eighteen--I am thirty, he
went on. "And yet, Jetty, l feel young
enough in my heart to be your match.
Dear little Jetty, will you be my wife.
Do you love me Jetty''
And Jetty bravely answered:
eyes. will be your wife, Mr.. Char
teris. / do love you, and," she added
artlessly, 81 have loved you ever since
I first came home from school, and met
you at the Sunday-school picnic under
the maple-tres."
Mr.. Copman and her three daughters
had been to New York TO order their
ardrobes-charged TO Mr.. Charters
account, of course and it was late on
the afternoon of the third day
of their absence when they
returned, cross, irritable and tired
Marion q shade redder-nose than usual
Arabclla more pettisb, Melicent more
blawsy and coarce.
To their amazement and indignation
the sound of one of Shubert's Noe,
turnes hoated out from the parlor
window as they advanced.
"Who is presuming to play on our
pianog" said Mrs. Copman, in a tower
ing rage.
"And the windows all open, too
fading the parlor carpetw screamed
Miss Melicent.
GAS sure as you live, mamma, u
gasped Arabella, "it's that bold parsons
daHghter Jetty Lane"
"The impudence of some peopler'
cried Marion. "When mamma as good
as ordered her off the premises not a
month ago."
"Henryl" said Mrs. Copman, sourly,
as she caught sight of her son-in-law,
who was serenely smoking his cigar,
just inside of the easement. "Why is it
that the carriage was not sent, as usual,
to meet us? Why are we compelled to
walk all the way from the depot in this
broiling heat? And what is that young
woman here foT?" as she caught sight OF
Jetty's white dress in the background
Of the large, dim room.
"The carriage was not sent for you, v
said Mr.. Charters, calmly, with slight
suspicion of smile, because Mrs.
| Charters was using il"
"Mrs. Charters I" gasped the widow
dropping at least half dozen of her
precious bundles in the path, while
Henry, as he spoke, led forward the
lovely young bride, all in white, with
cheeks like pale roses.
"Mrs. Charteris," he repeated. "My
wife Let me present you and the
| Misses Copman to her."
And that was the end of the compli.
cation. For, of course, Mrs. Copman
and her daughters were too high-spirit-
ed to remain under the same roof with
such a dimpled and lovely young
usurper. And they removed all that
belonged to them, and good deal that
didn't, from the house the next day, in
high dudgeon.
"To think what fools men are ~ re-
gretfully said the widow. "When dear
Henry was SO comfortable with me
and the three girls"
But, apparently, dear Henry was Of
quite different way of thinking from
Mrs. Copman. For as he stood with
Jetty on the terrace, watching the
carriage drive away which contained
the widow and her daughters, he said
"Mv lar. I feel as if a nightmare