Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1886-05-28
Miss Maxwell. with dignity. Il love
and trust"

81 wonder what mamma wantsW said
Sue, putting down bcr linen doiIie', on
which she was working Rosina Emmett
tea party. "When they go into the
library, and shut the door, and call me,
,omething has happened 10 Jack By
the-way, you haven't ha I letter for Il
week, have you, Florencel'
Not for two weeks, >" said Florence,
bravely, though the telltale color dyed
her cheek for an instant with a crimson
1 wave. 81 don't believe yoa care one bit
about poetry, Berthe. I've been reading
this lovely 'Absence for half an hour,
md you keep on drawing as if it were
'Havens' Philosophy
What shall ! do .h ~ the days and
That must be counted ere see thy faeefh
I'D make caramels some of the time, 3"
said Sue, iippantly, land swing in u
hammock three hours day at least"
Sue! Sue!h came the voice from the
library. ''Daughterl" said her mamma,
pale, shrinking lady in white wrap
per and pretty embroidered breakfast
cap. "Now don't get IN passion, dear
est doctor; let Susie see the telegram,
Oh my dear, | fear something terrib e
has happened. had sort of PRESENT.
ment; you know | was telling you, doc
! tor
"Fiddlesticks with your PRESENT.
ments :" roared the doctor, re l.faced old
gentleman with lot of blue-black hair
that stood up from his forehead like por-
cupine bristcs. Something terrible in
deed, something dsgraceful, something
dishonorable, something that b:ings my
gray hairs in sorrow to the gave Il e
doctor had not white lock iu his heal,
but his meaning was apparent, if his Ian
guage was feu alive IL always said
JOHN was "A sentimental, tennis-playing
idiot. Never let me hear of tennis.courts
again. would not give cent for the
whole of the present generation. That
wretched college, with the professors and
their family life-iamily life indeed
knew John was good-for-naught,
spoiled by his mother out of all con.
science; but to have disgrace himself, his
family, all of us II OF that | consider
him in the least to blame. He was always
the most punttiliOus, the most strictly
honorable, Quixotic creature 1t was
the woman, of course. She is twenty
years older than he"
mo, papa" from Susie; "she's just
nineteen"
81 know what I am talking about All
college bellies are twenty years older than
the men they elope with; and he was 50
trusting and con6ding! The unhappy,
| hot headed creature! to think he has de,
ceived this splendid, beautiful, wealthy
girl under my roof Why, | almost felt like
not sanctioning the engagement, because,
taking place here, it looked as if l ma
IL euvered for it. / man9uverer. Great
Cesar!'
"Hush, papa" said Sue, clasping his
arm as he frantically tore up and down
the room. "Give me the message"
YALE COLLEGE, September 25, 1SS-
"John Lane and lady will arrive at P. NJ.
Meet with carriage at station Prepare sup
per and rooms. +. SNEED.h
ooh, mammal 1t is true, then, he is
married and if at Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we do? Poor Florence
she is devoted to him, it will kill her.
Oh, Jack Jack and to that scrubby
grill Don't let them come here, mamma.
I'll telegraph
"No; he shall come here, " cried Jacks
mother. "Its terrible. but the poor dear
trusts and loves me. See, the telegram
is to me- and you can't expect me,
doctof"-turning with some violence on
the almost insane father-'eveh yOn
can't expect me to side against my only
boy have ON earth"
"Come here" said the doctor, almost
calmed by the excess of passion In his
here he's got no other place to 90. He
hasn't married fifty thousand year, has
he But the question is, Who will break
it to that splendid creature 2 Ican't tel
her; | can't tell her: by J0ve | can't
You go, Sue, and break it to her. Give
her a hint. You women are clevel
enough at inveigling''-with a glare al
wife and daughter that made the very
cap strings palpitate "Tcll her he's
dead, and then that he is married; thai
will ease her down bit,
"Oh, don't say such thing of my
poor darlingm cried his mamma, in
stauty summoning up the image of tht
recreant John pile and beautiful ii
death.
"What's all this commotion abOutF
cried fresh young voice. Something
about Jack, isn't itt Why what ails yot
all2 He--is--not--. deadis hot'
eyes said the doctor, nodd' ing vic
lently, the approrr 'ateness of his sugges
ton almost stunning him; "dead ant
hur'el. Oh no. my dear" as he saw III,
light die ont of the proud, pretty face
"That's my way of breaking it to YOU
He's-hes. her, Sue, he's mqrried
lie is coming here, of all places, with hi
bride tonight, in few hours. and, o
al people, that beggarly Peters's daugh
ter who is twenty years older than he is
pnd not dime to bless herself DON
tell me HIS not twenty years older than
, he. Mrs. Lane: | know these colleg
, bellies. She is twenty years older if sh'
is a day. and"
''Read the telegram yours If, Florence,
, said Sue through her tears.
;, The heroine stepped to the window
and stood in the recess for five minutes
her back to the other three 'Well?" sh,
said. presently.
'Well" re-echoed the trio, hanging
on her words
Gle has been ent"apped," said Flor
ence, looking tall and stern 4 blam
her entirely. She m7de him do it.
ALWAYS said she was the most vancouver
,, ing, de eitful-. oh, my poor Jack !
cred the heroine, in burst of bite
+ weeping.
sI hear the carriage coming up tn