St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-03-22
JOHN CAME TO TIME.
The Position of a Corner CuI
board Causes Trouble.


board Causes Trouble.
Grandma rose slowly from the old
rocker and walked to the door.
"She's high-sperited little creetnr,
Barbary is, shading her dim blue eyes
and peering after the girl, just pausing
at the gate to pluck the old-fashioned
red roses. "She's Polly's own darter;
I'm afeard I've kinder spilled the
child,'' with sigh, as she disentangled
her feet from the yarn. swell, Johns
the soul o. patience, and he's mighty
fond O. Barbary. Mebbe twill come
right. P'r'aps experienced sober her
it does the most on u.s." And grandma
wiped her eyes and resumed her knit
ting.
Barbara sauntered down the orchard
path, across the bridge and over the
hill now and then idly plucking daisy
and pulling the petals. Just here the
cottage came in view, quaint Queen
Anne, with balcony and bay-window;
for john was well-to-do, and spared
neither time nor expense to make the
new home-nest cosy and attractive.
'sOh, there's nothing half so sweet in
life as loves young DREAM" Justify sang
unconscious John.
why, it's perfect, John!" cried Bar
bara, clasping her hands ecstatically.
Il think that cupboard rather neat
thing, myself" folding his arms and sur
veying it critically. SIT was particular
job to fit those shelves, but it will be a
capital place for somebody's china"
with sidelong glance at Barbara.
why, don't it please yOu?' as cloud
fitted over the bright face.
No, it doesn't suit me, John. Don't
you see it ought to be in the other cor
ner? 1t is too far off altogether, there,
and doesn't look well, besides"
Barbara, can't tear it away now
without injuring the WALL"
II can't help it: won't have itin that
corner, SO therem with stamp of her
little slipper.
John looked in amazement. His
anger, slow to rise, was at white heat
now.
{ barbara, You are unreasonable.
That cupboard will stay just where it
is" in tones deliberate from their very
intensity.
"Very well-so it may, John Dewey;
but no china of mine will ever 60 into
it," and there was flash from pair of
brown eyes, a ring fell at his feet and
John was alone.
''She can't mean it; she'll come to-
morrow" said John, with sigh, as he
gathered up his tools.
But she did not, and what is more, she
gave no sign as he passed her house
daily.
One day John, with set, white face,
closed up the new house and went to
California.
Poor Barbara! She had only the key
of the house left to her, and her only
comfort was to go weekly to the house,
open it and go sOrrowfully through the
rooms.
One day she was startled by sound.
1t seemed like the crash of boards.
Trembling from head to foot, she tip
tOed softly down the stairs. Yes, through
the half-open kitchen door she could
plainly discern the figure of man, de-
molishing with a few well direcled
blows-the corner cupboard?
Could she believe her eyes? Bearded,
broader, brOwner, yet it was undOubt-
eddy John. With an inarticulate cry
Barbara sprang forward, and it was now
Johns turn to be terrified, as what
seemed to be a bundle of crisp pink
muslin sank at his feet.
Fortunately the cottage pump was
still in good working order, and liberal
dash upon Barbara'S forehead soon re-
stored her to consciousness.
Barbara" said John, rising at last,
81 have come back to do what [ should
have done year ago. Bless your little
heart. you shall have the cupboard in
the middle of the room. if you want it, :"
raising the hammer to knock away the
only remaining shelf.
'Oh, dOn'tr' exclaimed Barbara, en-
treatingly, grasping his uplifted arm.
''Please put it back as it was before !;
indeed, do not want it changed"