Mexico weekly ledger., 1885-03-19

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,ack of the house, slowly walking up
md down the path between the
rees.
The moon was frightening in the
ourpling sky, and the evening star
family.
"When two more days have pass
ed. you will be my wife,
The young man looked down low
ingly into the shy, dark eyes raised
to his, and clasped the hand that
rested ON his arm.
4 am so glad, Robert, that I shall
not have to leave my home" she
said, after a pause; ''for I 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 god, 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 kind word and CHEEKY
greeting for all.
Jennie was blooming. bonnie
bride, and seemed proud of her stall
wart husband.
Jennie was installed as housekeep-
er in her fathers home. After a
time, Mr.. johnson presented his
daughter with the deed of gift, and
the young people were formally ac
knowledged as master and mistress
of the farm, with the understanding
that Mr.. johnson was to reside will
them.
All went we'll for a time Thel
gradually there came a change owe
the serene atmosphere of the dwell
ling, and the old man became con
scious that he was no longer treate'
with courtesy, nor his wishes respect
ed.
"Would you mind sleeping in tn
back bedroom for a few weeks?-w
have visitor coming!" said Jennie
one morning, about six months afte
, the wedding.
The old man stared in great SUI
prise. "Why can't the visitor go il
to the back room?' lie asked.
d, 'Oh, it's such a little, poky plac
l don't mean that exactlyr' she e:
claimed, checking herself in confu
+ ion. ''The room is very clean, an
there is really beautiful view fro
S the window, and good feather be
$ But Miss Martin is very particuls
5, she has such grand home that ,
n cannot put her anywhere"
e Mr.. johnson leisurely crossed l
legs, put his newspaper on the tab
took his spectacles off, rubbed the
e. put them in the case, and then slo
IN ly rejoined:
"If there is such fine view frt
le the window, your visitor may enj
id it, and she can sleep on the featf
as bed. I've slept in the front ro'
I'd five-and- forty years, and I amt
a. going to be turned out now.
i'd Miss Martin amt satisfied with
n accommodation, she may stay ava
1t, sStay away indeed" fired Jenl
ay Its just like you, father. I call
all very selfish
ay She hastily left the room. shut
Cd the door with bang.
RS, The old man took up the news
he per, but the words ran into one
'as other, for large tears gathered in
WI bright, gray eyes, and his lips q
'he cred painfully.
Sc; Miss Martin came, and infor1
,st, Jennie that her father was the n
yer aristocratic-looking gentleman
I'm. had ever seen; but during her :
My Mr.. johnson was subjected to m
yht Sights, as Jennie and her hush
md were ashamed of some Of his
ick fashioned ways.
ter One evening Mr.. Johnson retul
she from the village, where he
lot. spent the day with a friend.
she walked leisurely up the garden
So but suddenly paused, and uttere
his exclamation of astonishment.
he A fine hawthorn tree, which
ems stood near the house, and had
res full of pink blossoms in the spl
ued lay upon the ground. On exami
at it, he discovered that it had
n to cut off near the roots. He tn
was hastily to enter the house by
hey front door, when he observed
hen the monthly rose tree, which
that twined the porch and been fu
and bloom all summer, lay across
d to garden path, cut int" g numb
poor pieces, and an attempt had
most made to dig it up by the roots.
they "Robert! Robert" cried Mr..
son."
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