The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1885-06-23
thing thanks to Mrs. vanborough's fore
sight was carried on in the most lavish

and elegant manner possible.
"By George" said Jack, "this sort Of
thing is jollier than the old farm. l see
now. little wife, that you are right !"
would ten times rather he should
haveupbraided me for what had done.
The winter that followed was exceeding
ly gay. We were invited everywhere,
and 0ur hou e was constantly filed with
guests halls, soirees, kettledrums and
the opera seemed to embrace every hour.
Jack and seldom had quiet moment
together, yet be seemed to enjoy it with
his whole heart. When the spring came
our last surplus dollar had been expen
aed aud We we're dependent on Jacks
salary.
The warm wea' her came on and baby
sooaaeu ILL. I hoped day by day that
Jack would say something about going
back to bis fathers for the summer, but
he didn't even hint at such thing. The
days grew longer and warmer The sun
shone down with pitiless splendor and
the paved streets seemed like heated
brass. Our fashionable friends futtered
of like summer swallows and we were
left almost alone.
"Couldn't you manage to make little
trip to the seashore, mr dear !" Mrs.
Marlborough had suggested, and Jack
caught at the idea With eagerness.
"We might, Nell. l think We can -
I'll try and borrow few hundred some
where"
"Oh. Jack, no, no" I sobbed out in
my remorse, and despair. II won't 60
to the seashore. You see how ill baby
is. Oh, Jack. ask your father to let US
return home."
"Oh, you wouldn't be satisfied, Nell,
if we went back. It's dreadful stupid
down there these days with the hay.mak.
ing and reaping ard all that sort oi
thing. We never should be able to en-
dure 1t there now"
said no more. The long, bright,
burning days wore on, and our bill ran
higher, and bahy's little breath seemed
to grow weaker and weaker, and poor
Jack him self seemed to look dreadfully
i'll and worn. And one afternoon be was
sent home 10 q carriage, quite uncon-
scious, stricken down by a sudden fever
put my pride aside then, and wrote a
letter to Jacks father.
"Jack and the baby are both ILL.,"
said, sand We are sick and tired of life
Pray forgive Us. and let US come home"
The next day the dear old gentleman
arrived, but the sheriff was before him,
Jack having confessed, judgment 10 q
lawsuit. The rumor that we intended
to leave town got out, and our creditors
rushed in, anxious to secure the lions
share OF our effects The brussels car
pet, the handsome furniture, and the
costly brio a, brac, all wen. under th.
hammer at disastrously low figures.
"Never mind," said nv father in-law
not shadow OF reproach on his kind
old face, "let them squabble over it, i
they viii. We must get the sick ones
bone"
So we got Jack into the carriage. and
with his poor hot head upon my knee
and baby in my arms, turned my bach
upon the scene OF shert-lived triumph
"We are going back to Cherry Hill,'
said the old gentleman, as in the dusk oI
the golden day we drove through the
dewy stiffness OF the sheltered lane.-
"The old home has been waiting for you
all these months. was pretty sure you
would come back"
could not utter one word 10 answer
A great full moon was rising above
the distant bills as We reached tae house
Not the smallest thing was changed
The great red roses bloomed on the ter.
race, the bees droned IN their hives. and
the cattle bells tinkled 10 the barnyard
The door was wide open.
We carried Jack in and laid him dowr
in the broad, breezy ioom that had beer
our bridal chamber. He opened his eyes
and dre~ deep, Quivering breath as th'
refreshing breeze touched bis throbbins
head.
"Nell. where are you p he said.-
"Surely this must be homer"
81 am here, jack" ans wered through
my tears; sand this is home, dear OLE
Cherry Hill"
"Thank God!' be murmured. and fel
back among the pillows, and saw grea
tears trickling slowly from beneath hi
closed eyelids.
Beyond the open window, in the sil
very glory OF the rising moon, the ole
grandfather sat with baby at his ieet
half hidden 10 the rank, cool grass, ant
even at that hour the pigeons came fiut
tering around her as of old, and sh,
clu,ched at them with her thin littl,
hand.
Irose softly and fell on my knees be
side Jacks pillow.
."Oh, jack" I sobbed, i have been sc
wicked. Forgive me- | am so glad, Sc
very glad 10 be at home again"
His worn face grew radiant and his
dear arms teld me close. And then anG
there, clasped to my husbands heart. IL
The sweet shelter of the home he loved
/ understood all the past.
"Ycu didn't mean it, jack" whis.
pered. "You only pretended to enjoy
it to please me-"
He smiled most tenderly at me witt
his grave, fond eyes.
"And, oh, Jack our money is all gone
and"
He s,lenced me with kiss.
"No matter. little woman, the lesson
we have learned has been cheapl,
bought. We shalt not care to leave tht
safe old nest in search of fashion and
society again."
I could not answer. beard my baby
cooling to the pigeons in the grass, ant
I sat there. clasped in Jacks forgivins
arms, the happiest woman that roant
world held.
Destroy that Sign.
One may feel that be's getting old
but ne naturally dislikes that anything
about his appearance should advise 9th
ere OF the fact. Yet nothing does thi
so effec,ually as thin and failing hair
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