Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1882-05-13
THE DESIRE OF HER HEART.

L DE DED1hE Ut HEN 11EAhl
81 tell you, Jack, the farm is not your
vocation. j 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 farmhouse portico, arm in arm. On
the sill of the door sat baby, screaming
with delight as she fed pair of pet
pigeons from her dimpled hands.
Our breakfast had been d delicious
one-coffee clear as amber, bread like
snow, and steak done to turn.
All about us was a green tangle of
sweetbrier and honeysuckle the sun
was just rising above the distant hills,
and the morning air Was sweet and
fresh, and filed with exquisite wood
land odors, and musical with the songs
of birds. We could catch a glimpse of
the barn and poultry yards from where
we stood, and hear the plaintive lower
ing of the kline, and the dream. like tin
kle of their bells.
felt vague sort of conviction that
Jack had but little sympathy with my
spirit of discomfort, vet j was deter
mined to carry my point if possible.
"You are dissatisfied with your lot
/ see that plainly, Nell said Jack a
trifie sadly.
"Oh, nonsense, put in. "Nct with
my lot, nor with you, only with the
farm, Jack. I'm tired to death with
this prosy bumdIum life, and hate to
see you delving and toiling like slave
from one years end to another. You
were born for something better, Jack
something grander and nobler. Fancy
man of your abilities sowing grain,
and digging potatoes, and raising stock
to his life's end !"
"But, my dear" suggested Jack,
''one must live and have bread and
butter"
"To be sure. Jack but why not earn
it in a more genteel fashion 2"
"Honest labor is always genteel,
Nell"
"Oh, pshaw you misunderstood
me, Jack. l mean that You have capa-
cities for something better. You only
cling to the old farm to please your
father, when you could do a hundred
fold better elsewhere And besides.
where is our society in this place, JACK?
What chance is there for our children
as they grow up?"
Jack laughed as he glanced down at
baby, who was struggling furiously to
get pigeons head in her mouth.
"Ah, Nell, that is looking so far
ahead" he said ''and, my dear, you
seem to forget that have lived here all
my life"
what have you done, Jack ?"
'Led an upright life and married
you,"
'But you didn't pick meup amid the
clover blossoms, Jack; don't forget
that. You found me in town, and, Jack
dear, I'm anxious TO get back to my
native element. I'm tired of all this.
You can get on ever so nicely in town,
Jack and there we can get into So
ciety."
I'm not over fond of society, Nell"
sob, but you should be for my sake,
Jack. I'm fond of it. | hate to live
like hermit. Why, Jack, if we de-
sired to give little party tomorrow,
we conld not for lack of guests"
Dear me, Nell, why could muster
scores"
"Of certain sort. yes; but 1 don't
want them, Jack. I'm q little peculiar
in my notions. I want no society but
the best; the-the-sort If society one
gets into in town"
fashionable society, Nell"
"WelI. then, why not? You have
means, Jack, and l tlatter myself that
we are fitted to move in any circle. Why
should We bury ourselves in this wilder
ness 2"
"Our means are not inexhaustible,
Nell"
I'm aware of that, Jack. but we've
enough for start, aud Marlborough
offers yon & good place III the bank"
CAT limited salary, Nell. "
"Oh, yes, but you can work your way
mp, Jack; right mp to the topmost round
of the ladder. Do let's go, Jack I've
lived here to please you ever since our
marriage; l think you can afford to
please me little now"
! Jack sighed as he looked ont upon his
ripening grain fields, but he drew me
close to his heart and kissed me.
''That's true" he said, ''you can't be
expected 10 care for the farm rs | do,
Nell. promised TO make Won happy
when you consented to become my wife,
and III try and keep my word. You
shall have il all your own way, Nell.
The continuous dropping of water
wears away the solid stone. j had con-
quered my husband at last, and the de-
SIRE of my heart was about to be accom-
plished.
When Jack once made up his mind to
do thing he did it with all his might.
The matter was soon settled. Cherry
Hill, as we called the farm, was sold at
great sacrifice, and one sunny morning
we turned our backs upon the breezy
downs and golden grain fields and jour
neyed cityward.
I'm afraid you've made great mis-