Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-06-20
CHATTER N.

JENNY CuNFESSES.
In Mr.. StrungtirI's yard brisk business
was doing On stages round the skeleton
hulls workmen were seuling up a clang Of
saw and hammer He walked sedately about
his hands clasped behind him, pausing often
and challenging the mems work with eyes
which they had good reason to believe could
see through sn oak plank He rehukel no
jest, he was deaf to songs; but If ever hint
of scamping showed itself. in front of the
sinner he stoppad, and stared at him, i'm
movable, with face of wood. which method
Of correction was as effectual as storming in
immediate efficacy, and in the long run more
prodigal in good results.
Indoors in the same sitting room In which
we have sat with Mr. and Mrs Strangtield
Jenny was at work on "A gown, which, you
know, in that age had short sleeves and a
VAST just under the bosom, and brave
breast opening for the divulgence Of sweet
secrets This was gown that Jenny herself
haG made and toled at with love and smiles
anG many a soft whisper; for it was to be
put aside to furnish, with other work of her
pretty fingers, her wifely equipment when
Cuthbert should take her home
But as she sat over it now she would leave
h.r needle in the stuff, while her chin sank
lnl1 IlH mono" bl utT uilNl, diltl ucE hItdllIN
eyes, looked out through the open window
upoa the people in the market place.
There was trouble enough 10 sadden her.
FIRST of all her father had not spoken to
her that morning; with sullen aversion OF
head he had declined her kiss, and with an
iron manner turned from her.
Then her mother WAS ptevish and short,
irritated by the alarmed curiosity which
II % and r-fp haV
head at her for an obstinat. wench-
In pensive posture was she mustng when
her mother came actively into the room,
with skirt tucked up for kitchen work, and
face rel with scolding and serious cooking.
To milder natures than Mrs. Strangfelds
and truly mild was hers-has the general
servant" or maid OF all work, as that age
termed the Thing, proved a steady vexation;
and there was no more oblging, idle, willing,
neglectful fearful and ignorant slut in Grey
stone than the Polly Rags who did" i'm
several senses for the Strangfelds
There's no trusting the creature mo
ment! cried Mrs Strangfeld, leaving the
door open that her voice nigh. carry to the
kitchen, and making Jenny a mere excuse
for parenthctical attack on Polly. Will
YOU believe itl-the knives are not vet
cleaned; the slattern hath left your fathers
new boots all night in the scuuery; and not
bedroom touched
Still a dreamingF she exclaimed to
Jenny. What with Pollys sinful idIeness
and thy moping face and dreadful swoOning,
| scarce know which end of me is upright
Tell me now jenny, if-well, well, say yes if
/ am right, then Was it not Mr. Shaw
whom YOU cried out about in the bcdroomf
The girl turned her pretty eyes upon her
mother, and answered under her breath,
WHY should it be Mr. Shaw. mctherf
NAY. nav. it was-I see il in your facei"
called Mrs Strangfield, with a little burst Of
triumph Jenny was sileEt Tell HE it
was-tell me it was | shall not be angry,
Jenny"
1T was" replied Jenny.
Now, Jenny" continued Mrs Strang-
field, leaning forward in her eagerneSs, tell
NE in two little words, whSt is there between
thee and him."
Mother told father last night that you
and he shall be answered, but not by meF
''Bv whom, then, Jenny" said Mrs. Strang-
field, coaxingly. See, my dear, am not
angry; ! do but want the truth. Your father
is in a bad way because Of your stubborn
ness. Mr. Shaw is a pleasing young gentle
man, and the Lord forbid that | should
quarrel with a man of his quality for-for-"
Here long pause, and then insinuat-
inglv. Now wilt thou not help me, JennyF7
Mother, mother, is it fair to press me in
this way responded Jenny, with a bewild-
cred look. yet with something like spirit
Guivering in her mouth Neither you nor
father will bide He has not heard me, and
vet he Judges. How cold and hard was he
to me this morning, Oh, mother have a
secret-it will make him angry, and | fear
him, | have not courage to tell it myself,
but it shall he told you. Oh, be sure, mother,
you shall know it
To BE CONTINUED.
\ bunch of seven-headed wheat, seven
fnDt thra., inches in hrivht WINS pN hihitpn in