The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1883-04-05

lt was almost dark when the paror car
which contained them, (Uncle Johns
extravaganza holding out to the end,)
drew up at Ritietown station. As they
alighted, a superb carriage, drawn by
magnificent black horses, stock waiting,
and servant in livery touched his hat
obsequlously to Uncle John, and opened
the carriage door for the party to enter.
''Come, Uncle John, let us walk" said
Jennie. 1--WE know the streets Of Rifle
town well enough not to miss our way,
and am sure the money is all gone by
this time.
Just enough left to pay the carriage
hire laughed Uncle John. Jump in,
girls, let us wind up our outing royallyn
The servant had already loaded in
their bundles, the driver had difficulty in
holding the impatient horses and Jennie
and Sue and Uncle John were finally in
the carriage, and away they went with a
dash
Finally the carriage stopped before a
stately gateway, Illuminated 10y two bril-
liant gas lights, and the door was opened
10y the obsequious tootman.
"Why, Uncle, the driver has made a
mistake. This is not home" +" said Jennie,
looking out.
Not home p said Uncle John, getting
| out onto the sidewalk. "Ies, this is home;
or, if it is not, we will walk the rest Of
| the way"
Jennie laughed her merry laugh This
| home? Why, this was the L0custs. the
grandest ma; sion in Rihetown. Many a
time had she looked admiringiy at its
broad velvet lawns, its masses Of bloom
ing flowers, its rare and beautiful trees,
its winding walks, its statues. its rows
Of greenhouses and graperies. Uncle
John was getting tacetiCus. The girls
got out, the tooiman touched his hat,
mounted Dy the side of the driver, who,
without waiting for his fee, drove away.
Come, girls, let US 90 up and look at
the mansioh Perhaps, after all, it is the
little brown cottage made over by the
wish Of some modern Aladdin" said
Uncle John.
Again Jennie laughed.
"Why. Uncle John, has coming home
turned your head If we should 90 and
ask to look at the mansion, they would
send tor the police"
"Send for the police ! Hardly as bad
as that, Jennie. At any rate, have a
| call to make. Come up the walk little
! way."
! Uncle John took his companions each
by the arm, and with gentle force led
| them up to the broad marble steps, w
the very steps, and did not pause until he
| had swung back the door of stained glass.
and the three stood in the stately hall of
the mansion Turning to the right, he
swung open a door, and motioned his
companions to enter. AS Jennie did 50,
| she uttered an exclamation of delight.
| She had entered her ideal of a library.
! The room was Hooded with a soft. mel
low light. Shelving, fringed with bright
leather, stamped in gold, extended to
the ceiling, on which reposcd rows and
rows of books, in dainty bindings, frag-
lant Russia, polished shining calf, scar
let, and green, and blue morocco. Huge
! tolioS Of engravings We're in their appro-
pirate rests. Easy chairs We're every
where, ana there was every appliance for
literary ease pr study.
"My dear child" said Uncle John,
| taking Jennie in his arms and kissing
her tcndcrlv, ''ths is the little brown
cottage, aftel all This is home. And
yet what | wrote you is true had no
home, no wife, ne child but | had
hundreds Of thousands in money. Busi-
ness men meet with reverses but | am
not one OF the unfortunate. | wrote to
all my relatives. You alone responded
You alone Offered the supposed pauptr a
home. Had come to you with all my
| wealth, YOU could not have cared for me
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