St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-09-07

stone, Tor she VIII soon need 1t. Dom put
your antelope beside your oxen. John"
II will not! Thank you'll understand.
Poor, loving patient heartin
That's right Take her now for little
pleasure trip, and get back her roses"
Lima clasped her hands when John asked
her if she would like to spend week at New
York, and really seemed to draw in new life
from the very idea.
1t was delicious fun to see Johns wide
open eyes as they entered the parlor of the
great city hotel, and were shown into the
bedroom, whose beauties We're quite as be-
wildering.
''rhe best room,'' he had told the land
lord, and Lima could not repress Il cry of de-
light at the vista OF the cosy sitting room,
with piano standing inyitingy open
80, John!'' she said, ''w1nt you 60 in
there and shut the door for five minutes,
please?"
John obeyed, of course. John, she
thought gratefully, refused her nothing now.
"How lucky l brought some of my old
dresses" Lima thought. II have not worn
them since | was a school marin. Fancy
Mrs. Reynolds scrubbing the floor in this
dress!"
John rubbed his eyes and pinched himself
as little figure sailed into the sitting room,
made him sweeping courtesy and went to
the piano.
Was that the little woman VINO had worn
prints and sun bOnncts so long! The fair
hair was fashionably dressed. and bands of
blue velvet looped the golden curls, dress
of blue silk, with the softest lace trimmings.
and ornaments OF pearl, had certainly made
fine lady Of Lima. The piano was yielding
its most bewitching tones to the skilled lit
tie fingers, and Johns bewilderment was
ompiete when a voice of exquisite sweet
ness, though not powerful, began to sing.
Only one song full of trills and quavers,
and then Lima rushed from the piano into
Johns arms.
''John, darling" she said, ''hold me fast.
Dom let me slip from your'
''Oh Linar' he groaned. ~ was not fit to
marry such dainty bird! But 1 loved you,
little one.''
''And loved you John, rough old John
Let me sing again. 1 am very happy to-day
my husband
But no wonderful trils filed the little room
now. In clear, pure, voice, full of express
sion, Lima sang:
81 know that my Redeemer liveth.n
Every word fell like hot tears on poor
Johns heart, until, as the last chord trem-
bled upon the air, Lima turned to him stretch
ing out her arms.
Take me in your arms, John?"
He took her tenderly to the room she had
quilted so gayly, and she replaced her flnery
10y white wrapper, whose lace trimmings
looked like fancy work to his unaccustomed
eyes.
care you tired, lover' he asked, with a
great spasm of terror at his heart, as he look
ed at the white, wasted face.
eyes, very, very tired, but happy, John 90
and with little sigh of entire content, Lima
nestled down against the warm heart whose
every throb she knew was all her own. The
white lids fell softly over the violet eyes, and
she slept peacefully as a child.
Softly as she rested, the faint pink flush
gathered on her fair cheek and a smile crept
over her lips, while John, bending over her
lifted his heart in earnest prayer for the life
that made his own so bright.
Mrs. Reynolds was to experience her share
of establishment during her holiday, and it
commenced by the apparation of John the
second dav in a suit of handsome clothes
that well became his manly figure. There
was no foppery, but he looked a gentleman,
though he made more than one grimace be-
fore he got, as he said, "well shaken into
store clothes.'
Can / describe that? What was new to
John, was old, familiar ground to Lima Cen
trail Park was not soon exhausted, and the
little guide grew stronger and roster every
day, in Johns thoughtful care, that provided
plenty of pleasant excitement, but guarded
against fatigue.
1t was early in the afternoon of sunny
day, when the train drew up at the Scotfeld
1oJ D l.,
into a neat little one horse carriage waiting
for them.
"a new purchase, dearp' he explained.
"We are to have drive every afternoon.
DR.. Greyson prescribes it,
The house was where it had always been.
but Lima rubbed her eyes and wondered If
she had been suddenly carried into fairy land.
The dull little sitting room had been pa
pered, carpeted, curtained and transformed
into a coy dining room. The stiff paror
was a very bower of beauty, with fine piano,
the daintiest of furniture, soft muslin eur
tains, and carpet covered with bouquets OF
exquisite flowers; the bedrooms were car
peted brightly, and rejoiced in cottage sets,
and in the kitchen the most good-natured of
stout German girls fairly shed tears when
Lima addressed her in her own language.
'But Johnl'' she cried, ''the Stanley
farm.'
SIS sold dear. You were right; we will
make this home so lovely the Stanley farm
will never cost me sigh. DR.. Greyson and
his wife tookall the trouble here, and have
hired two new hands, so as to have a little
more leisure.''
''But John" the little wife said earnestly,
81 do not want you to think am fine lady,
a doll to wear fine clothes and live in idle
ness. want to be truly hclpmeet to you. =
$50 you will be Lima. God meant no one
to be drone in the busy hive of the world
You are not strong, but you will find plenty
to keep you busy in experimenting indoor ar
engagements and directing Gretchen. And
in our drives, love, we will see if we cannot
find any one poorer than ourselves to COM
fort and aid. That will be my thark offer
ing for your life, my little wife,
The neighbors stared and wondered. COM
rnents upon Johns folly and improvidence
fell from many lips. and old men shaking
their heads, prophesied ruin for the Reynolds
farm.
But John was as much astouished as auy
one, when, after q few years, he found the
farm yielding him u larger income than ever
before.
81 do believe Lima" he said one day to a
matronly little womau who was dressing a
growing baby, ''that your flower garden last
year was worth a thouga4 dollars to me-"
''John -
''One book after another crept into the
house, and the time thought would be
wasted, taken from farm work, was spent in
reading. Now look at the labor saving ma
chimes [ have bought. See the new stock
My orchard is going to be the best in the
country, too"
and my poultry yard, John! It was the
papers and magazines that first gave me the
idea Of a model poultry yard. What fun We
had. john, in getting it started''
''Yes, indeed. That New York trip was
the best investment ever made, Lima