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

ing with a neisiUor for few days, and
then she don't know where to 90.
Poor janet unused the old man, as a,
dreamy look came into his ewes and
his thoughts reverted to the past.
sShe was a pretty girl when she was
young, and many a handsome fellow
came after her. But she took no heed
to any, except Tom Jones. who be-
came her husband. Then shehad such
pretty, blue-eyed child, with soft
golden hair. She lived to be six years
old and then died [ thought Jane
would have broke her heart Then
her son grew up to be fine man, and
was a-going to be married in a week.
But one morning he tried ostop a
horse and wagon that was a-running
away, when the horse threw him down,
the wheel went over his head, and he
was killed on the spot. And now her
husbands gone, and she's left alone.
Poor janet
Hasn't she any money to live up
on?' inquired Jennie.
"No; and I've been a-thinking we'd
better have her here. She can't
starve."
"Have her here" repeated his
daughter, in astonishment. "What
can you be thinking about, father?
There's plenty of us to keep already"
She broke her cotton with a Jerk,
and threaded her needle impatiently.
''We're going to have company this
afternoon" resumed Jennie after
pause, in a conciliatory tone; "and as
they are very nepeople, think you'd
better have your pipe in the kitchen,
father. You would not enjoy yourself
with u.s."
every well, my DEAR" he answered
quietly. He put his slippered feet on
the fender, and gazed over his gold-rim-
med spectacles into the blazing fire.
GIVE been a-thinking, my DEAR" he re-
sumed, quietly, after a pause, ':that
there's a little error in that deed OF
gift
IAN error?' repeated Jennie. as she
dropped her work, and looked up with
a scared white face.
Eyes, I'm sure there's an error. It
wouldn't be pleasant for you, if the
property was to be thrown into Chan.
Gerry, after am gone, would it?''
ooh, father"
'Well, fetch the deed down to me;
III look 1t over, and set all right
Jennie FASTENED up stairs, and soon
returned with the precious paper.
The old man took it in his hand,
smoothed out the creases gently, read
1T over, and said:
"Ah. it is all onegreat mistake
Then with q quick movement he
threw the document into the blazing
fire, and pressed it down with the
poker.
Jennie screamed; and, darling for
ward, attempted to rescue the deed
from the devouring flames; but her
father held up his band sternly, and
said, in a tone of authority:
"Stand back"
At this instant Mr.. Meadows entered.
"What's the matter, Jennie?" he in
CURED. Gather, what have YOU been
doing to her?'
The yOungman confronted Mr. John
son, who stood with the uplifted poker
in his hand.
81 am master OF this house" cried
the old man; 'and I'll allow no one to
dictate to me''
"We'lls soon see about that" cxclaim-
ed the other, sneeringly. 'If You're
going to put on such fine airs, I'll have
you turned out"
ooh, Robert. Robert" cried his wife;
''the deed-the decd"
An hysterical fit OF weeping checked
her utterance.
"What do you mean?" queried her
husband, with a white face, and u
touch OF fear in his tone.
"Father's burnt it,"
"Father is master Of his own house,
and will have you turned out ii you
don't behave YOURSELF returned the
old man.
Angry words passed. Robert de-
clared that he would 90 to law; he
would not be done out OF his rights; the
house was his and Jennie's.
prove it, grimly retorted his faith
er-in-law. "Iou may have your COM
pany this afternoon, jennie he con-
tinued, after Il pause, ''but it will be
your last party in my house shall
send for farmer Hayes, and we shall
enjoy our pipes together this evening.
IN the best parlor as we did before
you were married, Asforyou Robert,
you haven't provided a home for .Jen-
ME at present; but you'll have to do
so now. There's q cottage to let III
the village, which think will suit YOU
a month to-day shah expect you to
be clear from my house; and you
needn't think / shall do any
moreforyOu. What Imean o giveyou
ii give you anything at ali-youll
have to wait for until I'm dead. No
more cutting down my favorite trees
or selling my old cows-or making me
sit in the kitchen when you've got fine
company. I'll send for my sister Jane,
and she'll have home with me as
long as she lives"
Jane, the sister, came to live at the
farm house, and passed awaE at the
| advanced age of eighty-six. Mr. John
son lived ten years after her, retaining
all his faculties to the last, and died
in his ninety-nnth year.
Jennie and her husband had to work
very hard in order to bring up their
large family respectfully; Robert hair
WAS SilVarV white and Teppia'S thick1v