The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-07-04

Inc doctor sad ought to stay year at least in the county but Mrs. Briggs has got another girl and"
 Here John Perkins suddenly arrested the course of the roan cob, and began turning him scienti6cal round.
 Dear! dearP' said Meta, "have we kos ias3 sAas EzoaS .ca5?"
 "No," said John Perkins. ~Nos as know of But if the doctor said you ought to stay year, then year you stay"
 But where 7' said Meta.
 ~With us" said John Perkins. "I've took notion te ysu. Meta Tie first time ever set eyes on you, l said to my self Heie's the gal for me ? and if you'll marry me, Meta, I'll do my best to take care of you and be a good husband to you"
 Mary you 1" repeated Meta, and she looked timidly into John Perkins honest gray eyes, and then she added, Yes, MT. Perkins, will"
 "Shall we go right to the parsons ?" said John.
 "l-I suppose so," said Meta.
 " It's the best way" said John. eff l begin a job, generally like to go on
 So they were married. Meta wen. back to Mrs. Briggs house until her young husband could break the news 10 his urcle Mrs. Briggs received ihe bride with some faint semblance of welcome.
 John Perkins is a likely fellow" said she, and the deacon is the richest man in Yellow Plains. will allow, Meta, that you haven't done badly for yourself If yoa'd told me what you was calculatin' for"
 But was not calculating" said Meta, indignantly. "l never thought of such a thing, until John asked me to be his wife"
 "That'Il do to tel" said Mrs. Briggs with dry chuckle.
 Meanwhile, John went bravely to his uncle.
 "Uncle," said he, CT guess you'll have to spare me bigger room after this"
 Deacon Perkins, dried-up, withered old man, with a strong likeness to the chimpanzee tribe, looked up from his ac- count-book with snarl, which revealed set of ragged, yellow teeth.
 "A bigger room 2" said he. "What for ?"
 There's at least a dozen rooms in the house you don't use," said John, % and besides "-as if this was mere incidental fact" I've been getting married"
 The deacon dropped his spectacie-case, and as John picked it up and handed it back to him, he added:
 ITO Meta Milton"
 The deacon's little eyes glittered like very small gas lamps, seen through \ November fog.
 @You've married her, have you2" he said.
 "Yes, sir" said John.
 Well, then," said the deacon, "you can take her somewhere else and support her, for I'll never see nor speak to either one of you again as long as livel"
 "Do you really mean it, uncle 2 ," said John.
 "Am l in the habit of joling3" said MT. Perkins with an ugly grin, that made him look more chinpanzee-liket than ever If you're so very independent, you can go and hang out your flag of freedom at your leisurei"
 This was rather hard on John, who had always been taught to regard himself as his uncle's adopted child.
 But he was too proud to sue for . rich mans favor.
 "Tust as you please, sir, said he. "Bu, won't yeu let me bring Meta to sec you P"
 No, l wont," said the deacon.
 "Oh, John, have ruined you |" said Meta, when he came back to tell the tale.
 "Ruined me. puss ?" said he cheer fully, not . bit of it You've been the making of me. It aia't good for nobody to hang on the coat-siirts of . rich man. I'm more independent now than have been for ten years. If Mrs. Briggs will let us stay here for few days"
 aI couldn't possibly 1" said Mrs. Briggs, freezing visibly. If your good, pious uncle discountenances you, 1t ain't for me to set myself up ag'in his iudg- ment."
 @Very well," said John "Famer Drake wants hand to clear up the maple hills this winter-Ill engage with him. My Meta shall have a geod home somewhere {"
 When Mrs. Briggs heard that John Perkins lad rented the little one-storied cabin by the railroad, and furnished 1t for his bride, she shook her head fore bodingiy.
 !" If Meta can put up with a hole like that, she hain't no proper pride," said she.
 But Meta was as happy as a lark.
 It was humble home, but it was her own. And John came home to it every night, with a face as cheerful as the dawn.
 :" wish 1t was palace, puss, for your sake," said he.
 T couldn't bs happier, John, if it was," Meta brightly answered.
 "And you don't mind your Cousin Briggs passing you in the street, without speaking to you? ?"
 " Not in the least, If you don't mind Deacon Perkins returning your letters unopened"
 @ He is an il-tempered old crab," said John, with hearty laugh.
 :" And she, ," merrily retorted Meta, is a venomous old gossip"
 While tho public opinion of Yellow