Signal-Copiahan. (Hazlehurst, Copiah County, Miss.) 1885-1888, 1886-06-17
JACKS" VENTURE.
Carried Out in Both Manly and
Womanly Fashion.

"I'H 60 and try my fortune with
Uncle Robert" said Jack. "BcSs and
Maria failed because he could not stand
girls with such fine ideas; but | won't
trouble him that way. The old fellow
is all right II one only stirs him up in
the right way"
my child" said the gentle Mrs.
Raymond. Il do not like to hear you
speak in that boyish. rude manner |
fear your uncle would have less pa
tience with you than with your sisters.
No. he does not intend to forgive me,
and we will make no further ad-
vances."
30. yes, we will. dearie!" and jack 5
curly hair buried itself in the mothers
shoulder, coaxingly. 'Do, do let me
try to win the obstinate old-well!
there. then-to win our honorcd rela-
tive to a proper sense of his obligations
towards his only sister aad her inter-
e,ting family. How will that do, oh?
Now. marmie. don't shake your head
so; it's no use. Why did you give me 4
boys name and bring me up on tops
and marbles il you wanted me TO be n
real grip"
1t was your fathers wish. you
know. dear. He was so gricvously dis
appointed that he had no son. But
Jacqucline is not boys name," and
Mrs. Raymond shook her head smiling
ly at her hayward daughter.
"No. but Jack is; and Pm never
called any thing else" that young lady
replied. triumphantly. with an obsti-
nate little shake of the jotty oIrls that
gave such piquancy to her bright face.
elf father were only here he would let
me try any thing that would take the
burden from of your shoulders; and
now that he is dead. uncle must surely
forgive you for marrying against his
wishes. What right had he to have
wishes, any how3"
ale was my only living relative and
guardian" answered Mrs. Raymond.
who was always ready to excuse her
brothers harsh treatment
"well. mother. do let me go beard
the lion in his den. the Douglas in his
ha'.'" sang Jack. gayly. "You know
We must do something, for we can get
no work of any kind in this place,
though we've tried so faithfully"
"well. 60, my dear. and shall pray
for your success, said the gentle moth
or.
Mr.. Robert Doran sat covering be-
side a dull. spiritless fire one bright
spring morning. His room was dusty
and disordered, through its furnishing
was good. and even luxurious. He
looked moody and Disconnected, as II
che wealth that showed itself in the
handsome surroundings brought no
pleasure to its owner. Perhaps he was
thinking of the fair young sister who
had once made sunshine in the now
gloomy home, and wishing that his
pride would let him beg her to come
back, and care for him in his lonely.
dreary old age.
A tap at the door aroused him.
"who is ftp" he demanded in sur
prise; for his servants never came I'M
summoned.
The door opened slowly. and .
bright face peeped in.
"It's Jack Raymond. ut your serv-
sce. uncle" and in the venturesome
girl walked. and stood before him.
She wore long ulster, closely but
toned to the throat, where a standing
collar and neat black tie showed them-
selves. while on the short, glossy curls
was jaunty Derby" guiltless Of
any trimming save the simple mascu.
hne band.
why. I didn't know my sister had
sson" exclaimed the old gentleman,
his wrinkled face showing something
very like satisfaction a. be looked at
the newcomer
"She hasn't said Jack, with dane
Ing eyes; "but it isn't my fault do