Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-06-09
miscellaneous.
Written for the Kennebec Journal.
TRAVELLERS STORY.
By GEORGE EMERSON.
Copyrighted april, 1861
CONTINUED from yesterday.

TCopyrighted April, 1886
CONTINUED from yesterday
81 think you had better give him more
wages said the farmers wife. "He
always wants the best chance he can get
John does-that trait will make him
well off some day. 1t may be he can make
more by going away, and that may be the
secret of his desire.''
II think you had better keep him, too.
some way, father" put in Priscilla, who
had occasionally word of advice when
she thought the old folks in any way need
ed it. '.Have him stay. father. There is
no reason for his going down to the Blue
Fork. 1t is only notion he has got into
his head"
1t is hardly worth while to say that John
s.staved." Week after week went by
still he STAYED" Priscilla began to be
quite friendly with him, for she had al
ways admired his industry and honesty OF
heart-points which always are admired
in secret, if not openly, for the reason that
the human soul is not capable of exactly
shutting its eyes upon the true and beauti-
full.
Meanwhile Mr.. Pink Vansmoozle. the
singing master, pressed his suit. He rode
out with Miss Jones on horseback /;
whirled her up and down the road in his
buggy-or hired one-and sought with
soft talk and polite palaver, to win her
heart, which he considered a very easy
task But when fall came on, she had.
by constantly comparing the silly COM
monplaces of the perfumed flop with the
few solid words of wisdom uttered by
Simpson. become slightly disguised with
the former, despite his mustache and
cane To conclude in her own heart that
John was much the best man all around,
and would make the most loving and
lovable husband. was short piece of
work for her still she had no idea of ever
becoming his wIfe-nOt the least idea OF
that But one thing she did know-she
wouldn't marry Mr.. Pink Vansmoozle
AS tor John, he needn't think she would
have him either-for she wOuldn't-laws
no.
"Well, Priscilla" said the farmer,
when are you and the singing master 10
be married? He has been coming here a
long time. Vansmoozle is really young
gentleman of character. So | am in
formed"
Father" said the young lady. looking
up to see if he was in earnest, "Ill never
marry that noddle- head. ii he means
anything more than Irritation with me he
is sadly mistaken. If l cannot fiud bet
ter man than he is for husband, will
live and die an old maid"
He said several things to me to-day
when met him in the lane," said the old
man, soberly. III shall expect you to be
guided by parental authority. You are
old enough to know what is for your own
good. If you do not. others will know
for YOU"
Father exclaimed the daughter, with
considerable emotion, 81 would not mar
nv Pink Vansmoozle if he were the last
man on earth. Don't urge any such alb.
surd thing, because l could never love
him He is shallow, selfconceited top.
There!-Why, l would marry John Simp-
son ten times before l would marry him.
"You will not marry John Simpson,
said the old man authoratively; ''you will
do as say, my girl. John Simpson will
be sent off tomorrow, if that's your
whim. did expect you to listen to rea-
son when it came to choosing husband
This was the last straw. The poor girl
burst into tears and went to her room,
where she stayed the remainder of the
dav. She did not appear at tie supper
table, for fear her red eyes would be no.
felt better, having been comforted some.
what by her mother. still she was firm in
her resolution never to mrrry "the sing
ing MASTER
Now it happened that when Mr.. Jones
met Vansmoozla in the lane, he, the farm
err, considered it a good opportunity to
speak piece of bis mind, something he
had for some days been thinking about,
so he out with it in as good language as
he could command. The gist of the mat
ter was that he did not desire that fine
young gentleman to keep company with
his daughter any longer. He did not con
slider him, from what he had heard, a
proper companion for any virtuous girl
He hoped he would take the hint in time
and not darken his door again, tor if he
did there certainly would be used strong
err argument than mere words.
This was coming to it at pretty close
range. The perfumed young gentleman
twisted his immaculate mustache with
one hand, twirled his cane with the 9TH
er. flashed his black eyes, and demanded
to know the author of such monstrous
scandal upon his fair name.
AT this the old man put him in mind
of transaction that happened not forty
miles away-the facts concerning which
he had procured that very morning-that
dmmed materially in the eyes OF all we'll
meaning men the brilliancy of the name
Vansmoozle as it applied to him.
The singing master now changed his
tune again to suit the promptings of his
education, and after lndulging in certain
remarks about an ''old codger," a "crusty
old Judge" that lowered him still more.
as he deserved to be. in the esteem of the
well meaning farmer, minced away
John Simpson worked on. The DAYS
went by. 1t was rumored about that the
singing master who was wont to strike
his harp in the village below. had gone
away. Old Mr.. Jones wondered nightly
at this, especially when Priscilla was by.
Still he declared by word and looks in
thousand ways that his daughter should
not marry the man who was putting in
wheat in the bottom fields. He was well
enough in his way, John Simpson was.
But he desired his daughter to look lit
tie higher for husband than a common