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

mot hays toslsaye' my home. Z, ehie; said;
after paus6; for / vas born Here;
and: heresn;ylm her died, IL wasvery I
kind: OF father to propose that We
should live Wit him: Now: you .cau
keep all the: money in he'bank that
you have. been saving SO long to- buy
furniture with, and If we are Careful Nc
shall so nsadd !somi more tosit:' IS.
sNour father is very good, Jennie;
WE must be kind to him"
The wedding-day arrived: .
Mr.. johnson was placed in the seat
Of honor. he moved. among the guests;
with a kind word and'a CHEEKY Greetiinp
for all. - :
Jennie was blooming, bonnie bride,
and seemed proud OF her stalwart hus-
band.
Jennie was installed as housekeeper
IN her fathers home. After a time,
Mr.. johnson presented his daughter
with the deed of gift, and the young
people were formally acknowledged
as master and mistress of the farm,
with the understanding that Mr.. John.
son was to reside with them.
All went well for time. Then grad.
ually 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 q few weeks?-we
have a visitor coming?" said Jennie
one morning, about six months after
the wedding. s...... .,............
The old man started in great sur.
prise.
Why can't the visitor 90 into back
room?" he asked. s.
ooh, it's such a little, poky place!n
1 don't mean that exactly!" she ex.
claimed, checking herself in confusion
SIhe room is very clean, and there is
really a beautiful view from the win.
dow, and good feather bed. But
Miss Martin is very particular; she
has such a grand home that we cannot
put her anywhere" a sa@l
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
reJoned:
eff there is such a fine view from the
window, your visitor may enjoy it,
and she can sleep on the feather bed
I've slept in the front room five-and
forty years, and 1 amt going to be
turned out now. If Miss Martin amt
satisfied with the accommodation, she
may stay away"
"Stay away indeed!" fired Jennie
cts just like you, father. Icall you
very SELFISH" I III
She hastily left the room. shutting
the door with bang.
The old man took up the newspaper
but the words ran into one another
for large tears gathered in his bright
gray eyes, and his lips quiyered pain
fully.
Miss Martin came, and informed Jen
ME that her father was the most aris
tocratic-looking gentleman she had
ever seen; but during her stay Mr.
johnson was subjected to many
sights, as Jennie and her husband
were ashamed of some OF his old-fash
Toned ways. .ffSElS
One evening, Mr.. johnson returned
from the village, where he had spent
the day with a friend. He walked leis
urely up the garden path; but sudden
ly paused and uttered an exclamation
of astonishment.
A. fine hawthorn tree, which had
stood near the house. and had beer
full of pink blossoms in the spring lay
upon the ground. On examining it
he discovered that it had been cut of
near the roots. He turned hastily tc
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
across the garden path, cut into g
number OF pieces, and an attempt had
been made to dig it up by the roots.
'Robert! Robert!" cried Mr.. John
son.
whats the matter?'' queried a
voice from an inner room 2A
sWho's been cutting them down.?
cried the old man, excitedly, entering
the apartment land waving his hand
towards the garden. 80
81 have" answered Mr.. Meadows
complacently.
f "Why did you do it,"
Because chose to-" i
1'There, dom quarrel, said Jennie
cts all my fault, father. The haw.
thorn tree. was close to my parlol
window, and made the rooom dark
SO asked Robert to cut it down. The
rose tree is not much good; we are go
ing to have a finer one put inits place. ;.
F ''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 donei"
: He turned away, assembled the stairs
entered his own room, and closed the
door.
eff Farmer Turner calls. just send
round for me, will you, Jennie9" asked
Mr.. Meadows, one morning at break
fast. He's coming tc look at old Bet
tie. a,e
eyes, I'll send," replied his wife.
whats the matter with the .cow?'
inquired Mr.. Johnson. -
ooh, nothing" replied the young
man. "I'm going to sell her."
"Sell herr" repeated the other.