The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-09-11
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with the deed of gift, and the youn,
people were formally acknowledged
us 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
nally there came a 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 a few weeks?-we
have a 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 go into back
room?" he asked.
ooh, it's such a little, poky place.
l don't mean that exactly" she ex-
claimed, checking herself in confusion.
The room is very clean. and there is
really u beautiful view from the win.
dow, and.a good feather bed. But
Miss Martin is very particular; she
has such a grand homethat 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
reioined:
"lf there is such a fine view from the
window, your visitor may enjoy it,
and she can sleep on the feather bed.
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forty years, and | amt going to be
turned out now. Ii Miss Martin amt
satisfied with REORGANIZATION, she
may stay away"
Stay away indeed" fred Jennie.
cts Just like you, father. call you
very selfish"
She hastily left the room, shutting
the door with a bang.
The old man took upthenewspaper,
but the words ran into one another,
large tears gathered in his bright,
gray eyes, and his lips quivered pain.
fully.
Miss Martincame, and informed ,Jen-
ME that her father was the most arts
tocratic-looking gentleman she had
ever seen; but during her stay MI.
johnson was subjected to many
sights, as Jennie and her husband
We're 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 been
full of pink blossoms in the spring Law
upon the ground. On examining it,
he discovered that it had been cut off
the roots. He turned hastily to
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
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.
whats the natter" queried a
voice from an inner room.
"Who's been cutting them down."
cried the old man, excitedly, 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.
all my fault, father. The haw-
thorn tree was close to my parlor
window, and made the rooom dark
asked Robert to cut it down. The
rose tree is not much good; we are 60
ng to have a finer one puti in it's place"
THAT hawthorn tree your mother
with her own hands, and the rose
zee | planted on the day you were
born. Your mother loved them both.
md heaven forgive you for what you
nave done!l''
lie turned away, assembled thestairs,
his w room, and closed the
loor.
''If Farmer Turner calls. just send
'ound forme, will you, Jennie?" asked
Mr.. Meadows, n morning at break
asst. He's coming tc look at old Bet
lie.
Yes, I'll send" replied his wife.
"What's the matter with the cow"
inquired Mr.. Johnson.
cob. nothing" replied the young
nan. I'm going to sell her"
"Sell her?' repeated the other.
YES; she's old, and don't give much
milk. Pm going to buy a young one
II her place. Jennie's been complain
ng OF the butter for a long time; it
lon't come up to our neighbors'."
"But won't have her sold" cried
he old man angrily.
"You have nothing to do with her;
he is mine, and l shall do as l like
the other, haughtily, as he
ose to leave the room.
Mr.. johnson turned to the window,
without uttering another word.
A few hours later he saw Farmer
Turner's MAJ driving old Bette out
# the yard.
"Ah, it's the one she use to milk"
lie soliloquized.
And tears gathered thickly in his
yes, as he watched his late wife's IA
'orite COW driven by a stranger.
Here's ELECTROMAGNETIC Jane"
emarked Mr.. johnson one afternoon
his daughter. "Poor thing. her
husband has been dead only two
months. The bailiffs have sold h.r
urniture; she is destitute, and is stay
ng with a neighbor for a fewdays, and
hen she don't know where to 90.
POOR janet unused the old man, as a
look came into his eyes and
MS thoughts reverted to the past.
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