The Mineral argus., 1884-01-24

Springfield and up to the Connecticut.
They stopped at Northampton that Jen-
ME might visit the female college there
they passed a charming day at Brattle.
boro; they loitered everywhere. AT
Haverill they engaged an open carriage,
drawn by q span of black horses that
made ligbt of mountain road. They
put mp at cross road hotels, and, tu-
tored by Uncle John, the girls drew from
the clear mountain streams manya speck-
led beauty. Finally they reached the
enchanted iand, and then it tr~anspired
that this was not Uncle Johns first visit.
He was familiar with every desirable
drive, lot even Starr King knew better
the best points for studying the charm
ing scenery. And then Jennie discov-
cred new treasures in her pauper uncle.
If he was fairly familiar with every
branch of literature, he was equally at
home with the feral life of field and for
est. He read the formation in the con-
tour of the hills; be namei the birds
from listening to their songs; not a flow
er on the mountains or in the meadows
was unknown.
And so the weeks sped by in happy
content. From the White hills they
drifted to Portsmouth; they sailed out
to the Appledoro; they staid several
days at the big hotel, and Jennie delight
ed her eyes with a good long look at
Celia Thaxter. They stopped at New
buryport, rode along within sight of the
Merrimack, passed the house on the Is
land which shelters Mrs. Spofford and
her sister; and III a little side street,
leading off the long, rambling thorough
fare of Amesbury, found the home of
the Quaker poet. BY and by they
reached the Hub, stopping at the Bruins
wick, and Uncle john seemed as fami-
lar with Boston. as with the White hills
A week passed, and still the five hum
dred dollars held out and Jennie began
to think the purse hat held it was like
the one so famous in myth. At last Au-
gust drew near its close; they had been
away from home seven weeks; Jennie's
school would soon recommence, and
Sues customers begin to think of fall
styles. Was not the five hundred spent?
Once John drew a long face.
Little girls, what must be, must be-"
he said, Though there is still money in
the purse. What a pity we cannot keep
on to the end Just as we are, with no
thought OF schools OF the cutting of
dresses"
at would be nice, 1 must confess"
assented Jennie. This trip has almost
spoilt me, though / have seen the White
hills, and now | want to see beyond the
Atlantic. l have had one good outing,
at any rate, If / ne er have another; and
l am ready to go back to the little brown
cottage and take up my work one
1t was almost dark when the parlor
car which contained them, (Uncle
Johns extravaganza holding out to the
end,D drew up at Rihetown station. AS
they alighted, a superb carria e, drawn
by magnificent black horses, stood
waiting, and a servant in livery touched
his hat obsequious!y to Uncle John, and
opened the carriage door for the party
to enter.
Come, Uncle John, let us walk" said
Jennie. "We know the streets of Rifle
town well enough not to miss our way,
and l 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's wind up our outing royalty"
The servant had already loaded in
heir bundles, the driver had difficulty
n holding the impatient horses, and
Jennie and Sue and Uncle John were
finally in the carriage, and away they
with a dash.
Finally the carriage stopped before a
gateway, illumined by two bril-
liant gaslights, and the door was opened
by the obsequious footman.
why, Uncle, the driver has made a
mistake. This is not home," said Jen-
ale, looking out.
"Not homer" said Uncle John getting
)ut on to the sidewalk. Eyes, this is
nome or, if it is not we will walk the rest
)fthe way"
Jennie laughed her merry laugh. This
nome? Why, this was the Locusts, the
mansion in RifetoWn. MANY
time had she looked admiringly at its
broad velvet lawns, its masses of bloom
Dg flowers, its rare and beautiful trees,
is winding walks, its statues, It's rows of
greenhouses and graperies. Uncle John
vas getting facetious. The girls got out,
he footman touched his hat, mounted
" the side of the driver, who, without
for his fee, drove away.
Come, girls, let us 90 up and look at
he mansion. Perhaps, after all, it is the
title brown cottage made over by the
Wish of some modern Aladdin" said
Jucle John.
Again Jennie laughed.
"Why, Uncle John, has coming home
urned your head? Ii we should go and
SIX to look at the mansion, they would
end for the police"
'Send for the police2 Hardly as bad
s that, Jennie. AT any rate / have a
all to make. Come up the walk a little
Uncle John took his companions each
y the arm, and with gentle force led
hem up the broad marble steps, up the
cry steps, and did not pause until he
ad swung back the door ofstained glass,
nd the three stood in the stately hall
f the mansion. Turning to the right,
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