New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-02

not nave 20 leave my home" she said,
after a pause; for l was born here,
and here my mother died. It was very
kind Of father to propose that we
| should live with him. Now you can
keep all the money in the bank that
you have been saving so long to buy
furniture with, and if we are careful we
shall soon add some more to it."
| "lour father is very good, Jennie:
we must be kind to him.
The wedding-day arrived.
MI. johnson was placed in the seat
OF honor; he moved among the guests,
with a kind word and a CHEEKY greeting
| for all.
Jennie was a blooming, bonnie bride,
and seemed proud of her stalwart hus-
| band.
Jennie was installed as housekeeper
in her fathers home. After a time.
Mr. johnson presented his daughter
with the deed of gift, and the young
people were formally acknowledged
as master and mistress of the farm,
with the understanding that Mr.. John
son was to reside with them.
All went well for a time. Then grad
ually there came change over the Sc
rene atmosphere of the dwelling, and
the old man became conscious that he
was no longer treated with courtesy,
nor his wishes respected
"Would you mind sleeping in the
back bedroom for q few weeks?-we
have visitor coming?" said Jennie,
one morning, about six months after
the wedding.
The old man started in great sur
prise.
"Why can't the visitor 60 into back
room?" he asked.
"Oh, it's such little, poky place.
IT, don't mean that exactly" she ex-
claimed, checking herself in confusion.
''Ihe room isvery clean, and there is
really a beautiful view from the win
dow, and a good feather bed. But
Miss Martin is very particular; she
has such grand home that We cannot
| put her anywhere"
Mr.. Johnson leisurely crossed his
legs, put his newspaper on the table,
took his sDectacles off, rubbed them,
put them IN the case, and then slowly
rejoined:
III there is such fine view from the
window, your visitor may enjoy it,
and she can sleep on the feather bed
I've slept in the front room fve-and
forty years, and | amt going to be
| turned out now. II Miss Martin amt
satisfied with the accommodation, she
may stay away
Stay away indeed" fired Jennie
cts just like you, father. l call you
very selfish"
She hastily left the room, shutting
the door with bang.
The old man took up the newspaper
but the words ran into one another,
for large tears gathered in his bright
gray eyes, and his lips quivered pain,
fully.
Miss Martin came, and informed Jen.
ME that her father was the most arts.
tocratic-looking gentleman she had
ever seen; but during her stay Mr.
johnson was subjected to many
sights, as Jennie and her husband
were ashamed of some OF his Old-fash
Toned ways.
One evening, Mr.. Johnson returned
from the village, where he had spent
the day witha friend. He walked leis
urely up the garden path; but sudden
| ly paused and uttered an exclamation
OF establishment.
A fine hawthorn tree, which had
stood near the house, and had beer
full Of pink blossoms in the spring lay
upon the ground. On examining it
he discovered that it had been cut Of
near the roots. He turned hastily tC
enter the house by the front door
when he observed that the monthly
rose tree, which had twined the porch
and been full OF bloom all summer lay
across the garden path, cut into q
number OF pieces, and an attempt had
been made to dig it up by the roots.
"Robert. Robert" cried Mr.. John
son.
"What's the matter?" queried q
voice from an inner room.
'Who's been cutting them DOWN.
cried the old man, cxcitcdly, entering
the apartment and waving his hand
towards the garden.
81 have" answered Mr.. Meadows
complacently
"Why did you do it,"
because | chose to-"
''There. don't quarrel" said Jennie
cts all my fault, father The haw
thorn tree was close to my par!ol
window, and made the rooom dark
so | asked Robert to cut it down. Tho
rose tree is not much good; we are 60
ing to have a finer one put in it's place
''That hawthorn tree your mother
set with her own hands, and the ros,
tree | planted on the day you were
born. Your mother loved them both
and heaven forgive you for what you
have donen'
He turned away, assembled the stairs
entered his own room, and closed the
| door.
"If Farmer Turner calls. just senC
round forme, will you, jennie?' asked
Mr.. Meadows, one morning at break
fast. He's coming &c look at old Bet
tie
eyes, I'll send" replied his wife.
'What's the matter with the .cow?'
inquired Mr.. Johnson.
ooh, nothing" replied the young
man. 'I'm going to sell her."