The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-02-26


servent went up stairs, guiltily, to see tho
picture, and stood before it in specifies
admiration.
1t was Janie's very self The fluffy,
yellow hair; the sweet half smiling mouth
the turn of the head were pefect,
The old spinning wheel, too-she would
have known it anywhere; and the yellow
silk was as natural as life.
"What be you going to do with it? she
said, turning to Dayton at last, and regard
ing him with new respect.
"Sell it, if I'm lucky enough" said the
young man smiling. ..I'm going back to
SELLS he added, incomprehensvely, 'T'l
pay you for the spinning wheel, Aunt Ham
nah.'
The next day, therefore, saw him ready
for departure.
jamie stood with him on the porch, wait
| ing for the village hack which was to take
him to the station. The spinning wheel
had gone the day before.
AHIt Ildllildii lONGItd near titc dbbi.
with anx ious eyes upon them; Mrs. Clegg
had sat down solemnly in the darkest cor
ner of the sitting room, and refused TO stir
out of it for any leave-taking.
A cloud of dust was coming up the road;
the hack was in sight.
''Good-by, Janiel' said the young man
softly I'm coming back, you know.'
lie had it in his heart to say far more,
but he told himself that the proper time
had not yet come.
When jamie turned back at last, Aunt
| Hannah was surprised and delighted to see
gay smile on her face; not the regret and
disappointment she had feared.
But Mrs. Clegg OILY groancd when She
was informed OF it.
''She thinks he'll come back to git her,
s'pose, - she said, with despairing resig-
nation. ''She can't see yit tha, he don't
want nothing of her
The weeks went by.
Spring deepencd and mellowcd, and was
giving place to summer. The cherry
| trees bloomed; the old maple which
Dayton had sketched filled its branches
| with leaves of tender green.
"What does she think, now, wonder -
said Mrs. Clegg, grimly.
| She was mending stockings by the
| kitchen-door Aunt Hannah was pairing
potatoes near by.
docs she believe yit that he's ever COM
ing near here again. said Mrs. Clegg. II
don't know, Hannah, but what we're the
most unfort'nt set on earth, take us all
around"
Poor Aunt Hannah dropped tear into
| the potatoes. Things were hard.
''There's that money" Mrs. Clegg went
on mserably. Il don't see as there's no
kind o hope o getting it; and orcutt amt
going to wait forever. ruther guess,
Hannah, that We'll be packing up to so to
the poorhouse before long"
There was clatter of hoofs, and sud-
| den pause before the house.
"Orcutt again. prob'ly," said Mrs
Clegg.
| But no, that could not be Orcutt-that
jaunty straw hat somewhat on the back
of his head, and-of all things with his
arm around jamie.
THAT Teller again y Mrs. Clcgg gasped.
The ''feller" had come through the
hall briskly, with his arm still around
JAMIE and was standing before them, smil-
ingly
''Give US your blessing ~ he was saying,
gaily.
And before they had had time to com
ply, he was pulling out his pocket-book
and undoing twas taking a roll of bills
therefrom and putting it into Aunt Han
nah's hand.
'.For the spinning wheel. he said, squeez-
ing the hand he pressed it into. II sold
my picture. And that's for orcutt
jamie told me about it, you know" he
added, in torrent of explanation.
you're dear. good boy cried Aunt
Hannah, with joyful burst of tears: ''and
Always kicN Sbi " ds--sp liicit.
But Mrs. Clcgg was Surveying him
doubtfully.
''You don't mean to say, shs said,
slowly, ''that you're going to marry
her?"
Don't II" cried Dayton jovially.
1--WE didn't reckon, Hannah and |,
said Mrs. Clcrr. gathering up a corner of
her apron instinctively, that yon wanted
nothing of her
And she was not wholly convinced that
he did until Orcntt had come for the last
time-till the little house was decked for
a wedding, and jamie, smiling and fearful,
had gone away in the hack at the young
artists side
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