New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-04-14
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The road from the Forcster's Cottage 10 Green
bvtbc Church happened, curiously enough: 70 ne
between tho grounds occupied by certain OF Plo.
Mullcins admirers. The farm oil the Ohuer"ooii,s
was M the corner where the lane Joined the main
road Tho house was substantial modern Ono'
SQUARE. with n stack OF chimneys IN the m'onte,
and the slated roof drawn together from an sues
70 the stack, without showing o gnble hhyWherc
IL was however ugly, n snug house, and the farm
was n coed farm. AS Jessie Mullins followed the
hparse in which her father was conveyed 10 the
churchynrd seated in mourning cab, she looked
over her white pocket handkerchief at the Under-
woods farm and saw That Sam was standing IN
The gate with his hat of, watching the mourntnI
procession. Perhaps he would forgive her Lor
having mt him away because she hirted with Mr.
pnrlCnson--that Is, II Mr. Parkinson did not ofler
her sonsohtion. Further along tle rou "oS
with a good business, handy man, steady-never
drunk He had been thrown back by breaking
his leg in going after tho ClnxG chterpIarS LOT
her Perhaps he would be on tho ioolt-out-VeS,
| Inc was Jessie over her handkerchief saw MN
with his paper cap on his head: uatehing ms pos
against the window OF his workshop. no cO ,en
Than that Young Ruddle should offer her To share
his home and love her oil tho more dearly because
she had broken his leg lie was d gooG-looKln8
fellow Jessie rather liked him True he belonged
10 n lower stage the social ladder than San uh-
dcrwood and Sam Underwood was rung lower
than Mr. Parkinson, who was q brewers SGh,
Nv the side OF the main road on the side opposite
the carpenters shop were the strawbcrrY-heidS OF
Ben Poison. lie was heavy, stout ieioW WIN
a fiat face who walked about with his hahds IN ms
porltets: he however, looked nfter ms interests
we'll and I'm the time OF strawberries was actlNe,
and drew his hands out. Well--lf Mr. tarKhsoh
did not propose TO make her Mrs. Parklnson, she
would have Sam Underwood, and II sam Underwood
still sullled she would waive the difference IN So
eal standing between the other two, ana Tor the
sake Of his handsome face and general steadiheSs
tnlte Joe Rudde. II, however, his broken leg
made the carpenter halt In his loyc;making, she
could always fall back on Ben Poison Sure
enough, there by the side Of the hedge, with ms
| tt Dan lnnfF
| funeral train and-dot that he was had for
gotten TO take of his hat, or thought because he
wns on the other side OF the hedge that II wns not
necessary. That, in the time Of her bereavement
She would not DO overwhelmed with offers from
these chivalrous young men did not occur 70 her;
| They had all admired her; 1t was true thcy had
| turned sulky, but then lovers quarres are pro
verbally short and are, rs the Elton latln gram
| mar saws, Z" the reintegrntion OF love"
Jessie cried great deal for her father. She had
really loved him. and was gcnui nely greved at his
sad end. But to all bitters, by merciful pro
vision of nature there comes some sweet, and every
| cloud is given silver lining; so Jessie Thought
that perhaps-nny, certainly-her sorrow must lead
| 10 her advantage in the end. Some one or other
Of her lovers would--she did not put IL in words,
| but she thought it" come 20 the scratch"
As already shown in last chapter Mr.. Parkinson
did not at al come 70 tho scratch, or only came
within near risk OF getting his face scratched be-
cause he proposed that Jessie should become walt
ress at q re freshment stall, instead OF becoming
Mrs Parkinson NOT dld sam mo- mS rise 20
| did Joseph Ruddle; the lane was wet and rough,
| md he would not risk his leg on II. Nor did Ben
| Poison; he took time to think about 1t, and his
hand WINS not available it waS in his pocket. SO
| weeks passed, and Jessie was without o prospect
| of fixed home. Little DuclSy Duck had applied
for the situation of woodman, vncnted by old Null
| Inns, and had got it,
| AT Lady Day." said Dick, shall have this
house don't want 20 turn you out Moth why
| should you not put your hand ia mine, say the
| word-be my Duck, and stay on?'
Because I'm not come down so low as that
woman who
| Had n little husband
| No taller than her thumb.
| She set him IN plnt-cup,
| And bid him drum"
No offence meant, Moth; but as you have boon
| accustomed to this house all your life"
! L suppose / am tired of II, and wish for o
| change"
Why, MothP 1 get now the wages your father
had, fourteen shillings week; the cottage shall
| hnve-and then"
| 20, IL you are calculating on the cottage,
| will turn out ut Christmas. You need not wait
| till Lady Day. I'll have o sale, aud the hous
| shall be clear for you Them
1 n tVa,idutG hasten for hN NVorh Moth