Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1882-10-02

spent the DAY with a friend. lie
walked leisurely up the garden-path /;
but suddenly paused, and uttered an
exclamation of astonishment.
A fine hawthorne tree. which stood
near the house, and had been full of
pink blossoms in the spring, lay upon
the ground. On examining it, he
discovered it had been cut off near
the roots. He turned hastily, to en-
ter the house by the front door,
when he observed that the monthly
rose tree, which had twined the
porch and had been full of bios
SONS all summer, lay across the gar
den path, cut into a number of
pieces, and an attempt had been
made to dig it up by the roots.
"Robert! Robertp cried Mr..
johnson.
"What's the matter?" queried a
voice from an inner room.
"Who's been cutting them down ?"
cried the old man, excitingly, enter
ing the apartment, and waving his
hand toward the garden.
''I have" answered Mr.. Meadows
complacently.
ssWhv did Won do it2o
because | chose to-"
''There, don't quarrel" said Jen-
ME. "It's all my fault, father.
The hawthorne tree was close to the
parlor window, and made the room
dark, so | asked Robert to cut it
down. The rose tree is not much
good; we are going to have finer
one in its place"
"That hawthorne tree your moth
er set with her own hands, and the
rose bush I planted on the day you
were born. Your mother loved them
both, and heaven forgive you fol
what you have DONE"
He turned away, ascended the
stairs, entered his own room and
closed the door.
eff Farmer Turner calls, just send
round for me, will you, Jennie ?
asked Mr.. Meadows, one morning al
breakfast. ''He's coming to look a
old Bette"
"What's the matter with the COW,
inquired Mr.. johnson.
''Oh, nothing" replied the young
wife. "We are going to sell her.
"Yes; she's old and don't give
much milk. I'm going to buy ;
younger one in her place. Jennie:
been complaining of the butter for {
long time; it don't come up to ou1
neighbor's.
. "But l won't have her sold," crie(
the old man angrily.
"You have nothing to do will
her; she is mine, and / shall do as
; like" rejoined the other, haughtily
I as he rose to leave the room.
| Mr.. johnson turned to the windov
without uttering another word.
A few hours later he saw Farme
Turner's man driving old Bette ou
the yard.
e "Ah, it's the one she used t
e milk" he soliloquized.
y And tears gathered thickly in hi
eyes, as he watched his wife's fav
e orite cow driven away by. a stranger
: "Here's a letter from my siste
S Jane" remarked Mr.. johnson, on
]. afternoon, to his daughter ''Poo
4 thing! her husband has been dea
i, only two months. The bailifs hav
: sold her furniture; she is destitute
: and is staying with a neighbor for
: few days, and then she don't kno'
: where to go. Poor Jane," muse
the old man, as dreamy look cam
n into his eyes and his thoughts re
+ verted to the past. "She was
l. pretty girl when she was young an
: many handsome fellow came afte
d her. But she took no heed to an
: one, except Tom Jones, who becam
her husband. Then she had a sue
e pretty, blue-eyed child, with sof
!? golden hair. She lived to be 81
d years old and then died. | though
X Jane would break her heart. The
her son grew up to be fine maj
+ and was going to be married in
week. But one morning he tried
lie stop a horse, with wagon that ws
running away, when the horse thre
?. him down, the wheel went over b
< head, and he was killed on the spo
l. And now her husbands gone, an
ID she's left alone. Poor Jane p
N ''Hasn't she any money to liy
L upon?" inquired.
~ "No; and I've been thinking we
I'd better have her here. She can
y starve."
"Have her here p repeated b
is daughter, in astonishment. ''Wh
e, can you be thinking about, father
n, There's plenty Of us to keep 6
" ready"
She broke her cotton with a. jer
m and threaded her needle inpatient
oy "We're going to have compar
+ this afternoon, resumed Jennie, al
m er pause, in a conciliatory ton
O. land as they are fine people, l thin
IS you had better have your pipe in t
n kitchen, father. You would not e
joy yourself with u.s.
n Every well, my DEAR" he answe
l ed quietly. He put his slipper
feet on the fender, and gazed ov
ng his gold-rimmed spectacles into t