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

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in Iys With 4 nsie;.ior Tor 2 fewdays;;ahd
then. she don't know where: to go:
sPoor.J aneW nilsed the.old man, as,n
dreamy look came into :his:eyes and
his thoughts reverted. to the past.
She was 9 pretty girl when she was
young, and many a handsome fellow
came after her. But she took no heed
to any, except Tom Zones. who be
came her hus band. Then sheiaad such
a 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 a. fine anan, and
was a-going to be married in a week.
But one morning he tried to stop a
horse and wagon that was a-running
away, when the horsethrew 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"
Hash 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 herer' 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 inepeople, 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
the fender, and gazed over his gold-rim-
med spectacles into the blazing fire.
GIVE been a-thinking, my dear" he re-
stunned, quietly, after a pause, ssthat
there's a little error in that deed Of
gift
can error" repeated Jennie, as she
dropped her work, and looked up with
scared white face.
eyes, I'm sure there's an error. Tt
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 it 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
it over, and said:
"Ah! it is all onegreat mistake"
Then with quick movement he
threw the document into the blazing
fire, and pressed it down with the
poker.
Jennie screamed; and, darting for
ward, attempted to rescue the deed
from the devouring flames; but her
father held up his band sternly, and
said, in tone Of authority:
"Stand back!''
At this instant Mr.. Meadows entered.
whats the matter, ,Jennie?" he in
quired. Gather, what have you been
doing to her?'' -
|, The young man confronted Mr.. john
son, who stood with the uplifted poker
in his hand. .+'-ss.es
81 am master. of this housed" cried
the old man; ssand III allow no one to
dictate to me,''
"We'llsoon see about thatw exclaim-
ed the other, sneeringly eff you're
going to put on such fine airs, Illhave
you turned OUT
ooh, Robert! Roberto cried his wife;
"the deed-the deed.
An hysterical fit of.weeping checked
her utterance. f -
/ what do you mean?" queried her
husband, with a white face, and
touch of fear in his tone. -.
Gathers 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 go to law; he
would not be done out ofhis rights; the
house was his and Jennie's.
..Prove it.n' grimly retorted his faith
er-in-law. sYou may have your COM
pany this afternoon, Jennie" he con-
tinued, after a 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 home for Jen-
ME at present; but you'll have to do
SO now. There's a cottage to let in
the village, which | think will suit you.
A month to-day shall expect you to
be clear from my house; and you
needn't think | shall do any
moreforyou. What Imean to give you
If l give you anything at all-you'll
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. i"
Jane, the sister, came to live at the
farm house, and passed away 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 ninth year.
Jennie and her husband had to work
very hard in order to bring up their
large family respectfully; Robert $ hair
was savery white, and Jennie's thickly
Streaka6 with orav and their SONS and