Mexico weekly ledger., 1885-03-19
voice from an inner room.

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owards the garden. P
II have" answered MIR. Meadows,
,omplacently. I
why did you do it9' {
Because chose to-"
ssThere, don't quarrel" said Jen- {
ME. s.Its all my fault, father. The
hawthorn tree was close to the parlor
window, and made the room dark
so asked Robert to cut it down.
The rose tree is not much good; we
are going to have a finer one put IN
its place.
"That hawthorn tree your mother
set with her own hands, and the rose
tree planted on the day you were
born. Your mother loved them both
and heaven forgive you for what you
have done!" |
He turned away, ascended the
stairs, entered his own room, and
closed the door.
'sIf Farmer Turner calls, just send
round for me, will you, Jennie!'
asked Mr.. Meadows, one morning, at
breakfast. ''Hes coming to look at
old Bettie.'
"Yes, I'll send," replied his wife.
'What's the matter with the cow"
inquired Mr.. johnson.
"Oh, nothing, replied the young
man. I'm going to sell her.
Sell herr" repeated the other.
"Yes; she's old, and don't give
much milk. I'm going to buy a
young one in her place. Jennie's
been complaining of the butter for
long time; it don't come up to our
neighbors'."
"But won't have her sold" cried
, the old man, angrily.
''You have nothing to do with her;
, she is mine, and shall do as I like, :"
rejoined the other, haughtily, as he
rose to leave the room.
Mr.. johnson turned to the window,
without uttering another word.
e A few hours later he saw Farmer
e Turner's man driving old Bette out
Y of the yard.
"Ah. it's the one she used to milk!'
e he soliloquized.
/ And tears gathered thickly in his
eyes, as he watched his late wife:
J. favorite COW driven away by q stran
a ger.
IS Here's letter from my slste
4 Jane." remarked Mr.. Johnson, on
= afternoon. to his daughter. ''Poo
IS thing! her husband has been dea'
O only two months. The bailiffs hav
b sold her furniture; she is destitute
and is staying with neighhor for
N few days, and then she don't kno'
er where to 60 TO. Poor janet! muse
J. the old man, as a dreamy look cam
D. into his eyes and his thoughts reve1
ID ted to the past. ''She was prett
t. girl when she was young, and many
handsome fellow came after her. B,
ne she took no heed TO any, except To'
We Jones, who became her husband
je. Then she had such a pretty, blu
er eyed child, with soft, golden hal
She lived to be six years old and the
IT. died. I thought Jane would hay
in broke her heart. Then her son gre
up to be fine man, and was a-goit
10, to he married in a week. But ol
~ morning he tired to stop horse al
,s- wagon that was a-running away. .wh'
nj the horse threw him down, the whe
went over his head, and he was kill
al on the spot. And now her HUSBAND
or. gone, and she's left alone. Po
we janet
Hasn't she any money to Ii
b;s upon?" inquired Jennie.
,,o "No; and I've been a-thinki
~, we'd better have her here. She cal
,v- starve"
"Have her here!" repeated
nm daughter, in astonishment. 'Wl
;ov can you be thinking about, fath'
her There's plenty of us to keep alread.
,om She broke her cotton with je
a. and threaded her needle impatient
If We're going to have comps
the this afternoon" resumed Jen'
ay!" after pause, in conciliatory to-
ME, land as they are very fine people
YOU think you'd better have your pipt
the kitchen, father. You would
ting enjoy yourself with u.s.
"very we'll, my DEAR" he answer
spa quietly. He put his slippered
an on the fender, and gazed over
/ his gold-rimmed spectacles into the b
Iuiv- iIg fire. "I've been a-thinking,
DEAR" he resumed, quietly, aft
med pause, s.that there's little erro
most that deed of gift"
she IAN error?' repeated Jennie
stay she dropped her work, and looked
oany with scared. white face.
band Yes; I'm sure there's an el
old 1t wouldn't be pleasant for you il
property was to be thrown into c
rned Gerry, after I'm gone, would it?"
had ooh, father!"
He ssWell, fetch the deed down to
path; I'll look it all over, and set all ri
ed an Jennie fastened upstairs, and
returned with the precious paper
had The old man took it in his |
been smoothed ont the creases gently,
,rinp. 1t over. and said:
lining "Ah! it is all one great mistaI