Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-10-19

stances, il could be, but il was shabby,
poyertySirieken idiness compared 70 the
old DAYS Of spiek-andspan neatness
which il was to be hoped jim capital
might restore. -,
As i walked through the village street
toward home whom should encounter out
Waltex Butler3 He was sauntering along
with his hands in his pockets, whisthng
loudly and looking anything but the love
SICK swain. For the first time, good look.
ing as he was, his countenanee repeiied
me, and Involuntary contrasted 1t with
Jims straightfOrwsrdness, ingenious face;
How idle he looked too Surely he could
not again have LEFT his place. When last l
had seen him he had been keeper to MIR.
Groves, about three miles inland.
Good evening, Walter, | said.
Good evening, miss. go,
Are you coming home for holiday
continued.
1--WE left Mr.. Groves, he answered some
what de6antly.
I'm sorry for that" replied. IL AN
afraid you are rather rolling stone.
Il am not a-going to stay in place where
am not trusted" he responded, almost
impatiently. Then: so Kate Goldie IS
going 10 be married? | wonder how jim
Taylor will ike keeping that old father OF
hers? Ireckon be won't make much out OF
that place, as has had nothing put into 1t
for these many years past.
That IS his affair, Ianswered. Good
evening, Walter" and / passed on.
Six weeks later Kate Goldie and Jim
TAYLOR were made man and wife IN the
little village church. To my mind, Kate
looked beautiful Her simple white dress
and bonnet became her better than her
ordinarily rather smart attire, and her I'M
usual pallor was sn improvement to her.
The happy pair went straight home to
Hawthorn Farm and began the business Of
life at once. The whole affair seemed sadly
lacking 10 romance.
All this time Walter remained ldhng
about the village, picking up a few shillings
at haymaking, harvesting, &C., &c, and
haunting Hawthorn Farm as soon as ever
Mr.. and Mrs Taylor were settled there. He
would stroll up to the house and present his
handsome face at he kitchen window, where
Kate would be busy with her cooking OF
her baking. or he would walk boldly in and
offer to help her with anything in which she
was employed. On some pretext or other
he was never long absent, and soon my
father began to look grave about it and to
say he feared that Walter Butler was not
I'D TO much good and that the village people
we're beginning to talk.
In those days | often used TO 60 and see
Kate and always found her busy and IN
dustrious but with haggard, worried look
N her eyes that ought not to have been
here. for her affairs we're looking up-the
harvest was a good one, Jim worked Ike
TWO men. fences were repaired, more handi
were taken on, new machinery bought. and
altogether Hawthorn Farm began to wear
faint resemblance to its former self. Ole
Mr.. Goloie, too, was perfectly happy, jim
was an attentive and respectful Son-in-law
and it seemed to me that, except that hei
husband was toosoft, as she once said to me
Kate had nothing to complain Of
One afternoon when | strolled up there J
found, to my annoyance, Walter Butler
! with a pipe in his mouth, sitting in the
| best parlor, while Kate sat in the window
meuding. at once evinced my displeasurt
by saying, with marked GOODNESS:
al will not stay, Kate, as | see you are
occupied" and | was about to withdraw
when she flung down her work and came
after me.
20 Miss Florence, do stay-do stay!
; There was ring of entreaty in her voice
that struck me, and turned round again
81 can't stay" l answered, "it Walter
Butler is sitting there smoking"
"He shan't SIT there-he shall go.
Thought you could not abide lazy fel
lows, KateT' | continued somewhat malici
ously.
NO more | can, she answered, flushing
i hate them, Oh, hate them
There was a passion, fire about her a,
she calculated these words that puzzled M
and made me at once go back with her
We found Walter still loungtng on tn
chiutz-eoyered sofa, out my presence seemed
to make Kate crave, for she said to him:
Now Just you go about your business
Walter, and take your nasty pipe out o
this room when Miss Florence is coming
+ into it.
lie rose sulkily enough.
! "GoO6-by Kate, he said patroniziugly
made mes surly salute, aud was about t.
| leave the room, when Jim came in-fair
red faced debonair as usual. Not 80 debo
nair, though, that he could not shoot
| glance Of anger and contempt at Walter
/ Butler.
What be you ADDING here he asked.
and then turned, after greeting me, to Kate
My dear, he said gently, a wants my tee
early to-day
stayed and had tea with them, and wa,
more than ever struck by Jim's gentleness
and goodness to his wife and BY his innate
FOOD breeding. began to think that Kat,
had married well after all.
Her manner towards him was singularl,
! varil Ole. One minute it was cold, thu
aext warm it was coutemptuous, yet a
times respectful-altogether riddle
w hat good husband you have, Kate
| | remarked, as he left the room to return t.
/ hi work
! Yes" she answered. he is we'll enough,
he is very good to father and me-that
can't deny-but he's not much of a man,
she added, with SOME contempt "Wher
sou marry, Miss Florence, marry a man a.
will look after you.
why, Kate, jim is always thinking o
you. | should not have thought that you
VINO are 50 'SNy INDEPENDENT, CdEeu lo y
looked after so much.
you arc Ros married, Miss Florence
| You doat understand" and with this for
me, rather humiliating remark the CONVEX
sation ceased.
II was few weeks after this that jim
proved himself the man in the sense
could not understand in so satisfactory :;
/ manner that he and Kate have been tn
/ hsppiest of couples ever since. Kate her
self told me all about it in u moment of eX
Pansion, following Immediately after the
event.
IL seemed that one day when Walter wa,
lounging about Fer while she was busy it,
her kitchen, garden, Jim came in very quiet
! ly-he was always quiet-st an hour when
be was usually out in the field, with heav,
carriers whip in his hand. lie walked ~
| TO Walter.
New. said be, quite calmly, II wants t.
know what business you ALWAYS have here
proving about nv wife? IL ever | catch
you in this here garden or house again H.
lay this holding up the whip-"aboul
you shoulders; so now you had better be