The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-05-29
JACKS" VENTURE.
Carried Out in Both Manly and
Womanly Fashion.

"IW 60 and try my fortune wit
Uncle Robert" said Jack. "Bess an,
Maria failed because he could not stan,
girls with such fine ideas; but l won
trouble him that way. The old fellow
is all right if n only stirs him up II
the right way"
my child,' said the gentle Mrs
Raymond, Il do not like to hear 70,
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."
20, yes, we will, dearie!" and Jacks
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 honored rela-
tive to a proper sense Of his obligations
towards his only sister and her inter-
esting family. How will that do, ehp
Now, marine, don't shake your head
so;lt's no use. Why did you give me a
boys name and bring me up on tops
and marbles if you wanted me to be a
real girl?"
ut was your fathers wish, you
know, dear. He was so grievously dis.
appointed that he had no son. But
J%acqueline is not a boys name," and
Mrs. Raymond shook her head smiling.
lyat her Maynard daughter.
mo, but Jack is; and I'm never
called any thing else," that young lady
replied, triumphantly, with an obsti.
nate little shake of the jetty curls that
gave such piquancy to her bright face.
eff father were only here he would lei
me try any thing that would take the
burden from off 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 how?'
HE 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 I shall pray
for your success" said the gentle moth
er.
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 if
the 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
home, and wishing that his
pride would let him beg her to come
back, and care for him in his lonely,
old age.
A tap at the door aroused him. q
- ..- r
/ .Who is itP" he demanded in sur
prise; for his servants never came un-
The door opened slowly, and q
bright face peeped in.
Its Jack Raymond, at your serv-
uncle" and in the venturesome
walked, and stood before him.
wore a long ulster, closely but
oned to the throat, where a standing
and neat black tie showed them
while on the short, glossy curls
vas a jaunty DERBY" guiltless of
ny trimming save the simple mascu.
me band.
why, ! didn't know my sister hsd
son!' exclaimed the old gentleman,
is wrinkled face showing something
cry like satisfaction as he looked at
newcomer.
"She hasn't" said Jack, with dane
g syei; 'but it isn't NY fault. lido