Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1885-07-13
of the house, slowly walking up and
down the path between the trees.

''When two more days have pass
I'd you will be my wife p
The young man looked down low
ngly into the shy, dark eyes raised
% his, and clasped the hand that
'ested on his arm.
II am so glad, Robert, that ! shall
not have to leave my home," she said,
after muse ssfor was born here,
and here my mother died. 1t was
very kind of father to propose that
we should live with him. Now
you can keep all the money in the
bank that you have been saving so
long to buy furniture with, and if we
are careful we shall soon add some
more to it,
Your 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 CHEEKY greeting
for all.
Jennie was blooming, bonnie
bride, and seemed proud of her stall
wart husband.
Jennie was installed 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
gradually there came change over
the serene atmosphere of the dwell
ing, and the old man became con-
scious that he was no longer treated
with courtesy, nor his wishes re-
spected.
''Would you mind sleeping in the
back room for few weeks ?-we
have visitor coming" !" said Jennie,
one morning, about six months after
the wedding.
The old man stared in great sur
prise.
"Why can't the visitor 60 into the
back room?" he asked.
"Oh, it's such little poky place
l don't mean that exactly!' she ex-
claimed, checking herself in confu-
sion. The room is very clean, and
there is really beautiful view from
the window, and a good feather bed.
But Miss Martin is very particular,
she has such a grand home that we
cannot put her anywhere"
Mr.. johnson leisurely crossed his
legs, put his newspaper on the table,
took his spectacles off, rubbed them,
put them in the case, and then slow
ly rejoined:
eff there is such 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 I amt go.
ing to be turned out now. If Miss
Martin amt satisfied with the accom-.
mediation, she may stay awayr'
"Stay away, indeed y fired Jennie
''It's just like you, father. l cal
you very selfish"
She hastily left the room, shutting
the door with bang.
The old man took up the newspa
per, but the words ran into one an
other, for large tears gathered in his
bright, gray eyes, and his lips qulv
cred painfully.
Miss Martin came, and informed
Jennie that her father was the mos
arlstocratic-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
fashioned ways.
One evening Mr.. johnson returned
from the village, where he spent the
day with a friend. He walked lei
surely up the garden path, but sud
denly paused, and uttered an excla
nation of astonishment.
A fine hawthorn tree, which haC
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 Gu
off near the roots. He turned hasti
lY to enter the house by the from
door, when he observed that tn,
monthly rose-tree, which had twineG
the porch full of bloom all sum
mer, lay across the garden path, Gu
into a number of pieces, and an at
tempt had been made to dig it up b,
| the roots.
ssRobert Robert !" cried Mr.
Johnson.
"What's the matter?" querled {
voice from an inner room.
s'Who's been cutting them DOWN.
cried the old man, excitedly, enter
ing the apartment, and waving his
hand towards the garden.
81 have" answered Mr.. Meadows
complacently.
"Why did you do it?"
'sBecause chose to-
"There, don't QUARREL" said Jen
ME. ssIt's all my fault, father. Th'
hawthorn tree was close to the par
lor window, and made the room dark
SO | asked Robert to cut it down
The rose tree was not much good
we are going to have finer one pu
| in it's place.''