Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-23

.Mrs Mead. be frank with me. What do vou mean to dol Shall you tell mother where amT
 apl not answer ye," replied the old woman rather sulkily, not liking Jenny's sharpness.
 aYou have sworn to keep my secret. D said the girl reproachfuHy.
 aS,,n,,ose the first man met in the street should be Mr. Shawl" cried the old woman. in shrM voieA
 Jenny turned to the window and looked through it in sAsnse.
 aSee now. ny dsa1ie,D sail Mrs Mead mildly; twill ys lst mo judge hsw to act for you2 If you were my child could not wish you better than do; and thy fame, which must be the dearest thing a woman hath. is my reason for hindering your journey this day. Neither you nor me knows what is being said f Greystone, and things may hap to-day to make Zee thankful you had not all the way from Marples to come, Bide here while go to Greystone. I'll find out about thy mother, and how she bears thy going. and what is said of thee, and all that should be known And tonight will return with what news there is; and it shall either be that you return to thy home again, or go straight on into the world, as shall seem best on what report bring you"
 
 would have understood her motives. But says an ancient adage: "When you hear an old woman talk straight, you shall see your COW walk on it's hind legs"
 "There may be good sense in what you say," replied Jenny, who had turned from the window and stood with her fine eyes fixed on Mrs. Mead; land here will I stop till you come back. But truly do not know that any news you could bring should take me home again. For when father misses me his anger will be terrible, and not to save my life would face him without proof that ! am an honest girl"
 At this moment Mrs. Walker came in with Jenny's breakfast She chose to prepare the table herself, that she might have good sight of the young wife; for Jenny was a wonderful heroine in the hostess eyes, and created chance for imagination to chew upon that deserved to be made much of.
 "Your papa is known to me, ma'am," said she, courtesying, in token that the breakfast was ready. q heerd him preach a sermon once-nay, it weer lecture, as I remember in St. Martins hall, down Beach street, in your town. He hath strong voice, and is a fine man, as think. Is he quite wellp'
 With sad smile Jenny answered her; and as she seated herself at the table, Mrs Mead asked Sally about the wagon that was to carry her to Greystone.
 Johnny shall put the horse to when it pleases ye," replied Sally.
 "The sooner the better," said the old woman.
 The so-called wagon was a small metamor- phosed cart, with a canvas hood, and wheels stout enough to support horse. In ten minutes time it was at the door, and on the near shaft of it sat- with his hobnail boots within a foot of the road, sour-faced man, who sucked an inverted pipe, and doggedly combed horsef1ies off the rough hide of the horse with whip. Sally came into the parlor to announce it, and Mrs Mead at once got up and put on her old bonnet and shawl
 "I shall find ye here when come backs" said she, interrogatively, holding Jenny's hand.
 "Yes, will wait for you," replied the girl, wearily, with the now familiar absent look in her eyes.
 The old woman hobbled out of the room after her friend, and, with a hard expression of misery on her face, Jenny went to the sofa and leaned her head upon it.