The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-01-18

back to RiHetown, and, we'll, We will
hor,e that many more Of my delinquent
cuztomers will remember me"
And so they started. They went to
Springfield and UP to the Connecticut.
They stopped at Northampton that Jen-
ME might visit the female college there;
they passed g charming day 81 Essstie-
boro; they loitered everywhere. At
Haverill they engaged an open carriage,
drawn by a span Of black horses that
made light OF mountain road. They
put up ut cross road hotels, aud, tti-
tored by Uncle John, the girls drew from
the clear mountain streams manyaspeck-
led beauty. Finally they reachei tie
enchanted land, and then it transoired
that this was not Uncle Johns first visit.
He was familiar with every desirable
drive, not 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; he named the birds
from listening to their songs; not q How
er on the mountains or in the meadows
was unknown.
And 10 the weeks sped by in happy
content, From the White hills they
drilted to Portsmouth; they sailed out
to the Appledore; 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 ls-
land which shelters Mrs. Spotford and
her sister; and III a little side street,
Leading off the long, rambling thorough
fare OF Amessury, found the home Of
the Quaker poet. Nv n by they
reached the Hub, stopping s. the Bruins
wick, and Uncle John seemed aS ia&ls-
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 that neld it was like
the n so famous In myth. At last Au.
gust drew near IFS 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-"
be 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 or the cutting of
dresses
at would be nice, I must confess"
assented Jennie. This trip has almost
spoilt me, though / have seen the White
hills, and now | want to see beyond the
Atlantic. / have had one good outing,
at any rate, If | never have another; and
/ am ready TO go back to the little brown
cottage and take up my work once
more"
1t was almost dark when the parlor
a which contained them, uncle
Johns extravaganza holding out to the
end,D drew up at Rifetown station. AS
they alighted, a superb carria 9, drawn
by magnificent black horses, stood
waiting, and a servant in livery touched
his hat obsequious!y to Uncle John, and
ananad the CARNAGE door for the marty
to enter.
"Come. Uncle John, let us walk, said
Jennie. "We know the streets of Rifle
town we'll 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's wind up our outing royalty"
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
gateway, illumined by two bril-
lsc~% -c1t:-lx, .wzJ kkA 1anw xxyac 4nann1
by the obsequious footman.
why, Uncle, the driver has made a
mistake. This is not home," said Jen-
ME, looking out.
"Not homer" said Uncle John getting
out ON to the sidewalk. Eyes, this is
home or, If it is not we will walk the rest
ofthe way
Jennie laughed her merry laugh. This
home? Why, this was the Locusts. the
grandest mansion in Rifietown. Many
q .iaA had she looked admiringly at its
broad velvet lawns, its masses OF bloom
ing flowers, its rare and beautiful trees,
its winding walks, its statues, It's rows OF
greenhouses and graperies. Uncle John
was getting f~aceti0us. The girls got out,
the footmt N touched his hat, mounted
by the side of the driver, who, without
waiting for his fee, drove away.
"Conle, girls, let us 20 up and look at
the mansion. Perhaps, after all, tits the
little brown cottage made oye by the
wish Of some modern Aladdin" said
Uucle John.
Again Jennie laughed.
"Why, Uncle John, has coming home
turned your head? Ii we should go and
ask to look at the mansion, they would
send for the police"
"Ssnd for the police? Hardly as bad
as that, Jennie. AT any rate / have a
call to make. Come up the walk o little
way"
Uncle John took bis companions each
by the arm, and with gentle force led
them up the broad marble steps, up the
very steps. and did not pause until he
hnd 4uninn hack the door nfSfainad glass.