Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1890-10-03
n. 4. BISHOP, Island Pond, "


men one meets"
Remember, daughter, that these par
ticularly nice married men have, In tho
majority of cases, been made so by tho
companionship Of good wives. You
will have to turn some ugly duckling in
to swan some day"
"Neverl Momsey; I'd rather be
spinster all my days than take some cal
low youth to raise" was tho energetic
response.
So Jean sent the editor a sample copy
Of her "wares," which he deemed
worthy of publication. Such corre-
spondence, ostensibiy on business, ensued
and along toward Christmas time he Sc
cured her work on another paper, which
proved good practice if not very remu-
nerativo.
One snowy night mother and daughter
were easily settled In their CHEEKY littlo
parlor for quiet evening Of pen-scratch-
ing and reading. The door bell au-
nounced caller. Jean, on opening the
fat door, saw q man covered with snow,
carving bundle Of books. Following
out her first thought that 1t must be q
belated book-agent, she was about to re-
fuse him admittance when more COM
prehensive glance revealed Mr.. Barrows,
who somewhat nervously said, "Good
evening, Miss Elford; have brought
YOU some books which need reviewing.
How are you at that kind OF work"
Overcoming her surprise, she asked
him in, said something about his kind
ness in coming such bad night, and,
before they quite realized it, he was pre-
sented to her mother, and drying of be-
fore the open fire. Arrangements were
made about tho book reviewing, followed
by few moments of general convsrsa-
ton, after which he took leave as sud
denly as he had appeared, remarking
he was on his way to bachelor dinner
given monthly by a dozen friends OF that
order of msanthropist.
"Your new friend seems to partake
somewhat OF the nature Of whirlwind,
Jean," said Mrs. Elford after the door
closed upon the departing surprise.
Eyes, mother; but what Is more as.
tonishing l verify believe he is an old
bachelor after what he said about the
dinner. 1t IS fortunate did not know
that when wpat to see him, for the halo
, of supposititious wife aud family around
him softcned my horror Of asking favor
Of n strange man."
c Between the time OF tho first call ano
!. the summer Mr.. Barrows found consider
able business attracting him to certain
r quiet uptown fat. Occasionally the ladies'
c found themselves at the theater or opera,
: followed by dainty supper with the ac-
: ouaintance whose entrance into their
d lives had been as abrupt in every particu-
i lar as the conspicuous characteristic OF
o the man.
* During the winter Mr.. Barrows talked
of going abroad in June. Whenever the
it subject was mentioned Jean experienced
+. au unaccountable emotion Of anticipated
r. regret, for, notwithstanding the disparity
in years, they seemed to be wonderfully
T, congenial.
of One fine May day our young "hterar,
n lady," as her mother dubbed her, wa
"a standing rapturously gazing into tn
ly windows Of florist on Broadway wher
Q, "Jacque" roses AMI violets were piled II
IN masses OF fragrant beauty. A voice owe
- her shoulder asked, (Which will 20,
/ takei" She turned and saw Edwar'
er Barrows looking down al her throug
y glasses which failed to hide the glow .
VI admiration in his keen gray eyes Of some
v, thing-she supposed the flowers, as oh
"a knew his passion for natures beaut
nc spots.
He insisted upon getting her handfC
or of roses and then they walked on dow
IL the street enjoying the blue sky, sa
a breezes and the bright faces Of the multi
tn tude en- promenade in their new sprin
ny clothes.
he Jean asked her companion how 500
:, he expected to sail.
MS He replied: ~ am not sure enough y
to engage my passage"
to Then in his abridged fashion, suggesa,
II of the blue pencil, he almost jerked cu
'm miss Jean, wish to enlarge my staff
lc, "Do youl" sho innocently asEet
ng thinking perhaps place would be mao
cai for her.
eyes" he replied, "You came to n
vi last fall for position, but l had nothir
Tor to give you. Since then I have begun
my new column called Love and Matrim
1ou nial Affairs VIII you edit this ne
vcnture3"
an He enjoyed her puzzled look for
ail, moment then continued in low, earne
his tone: "This Is no place to tell 20,
d Jean, that when you struck out fro
the shoulder that day In my Office "
the broke down the door of my heart whi,
OF had been bolted for years; but have
rds do things when tho spirit moves In @
he der to succeed, and success I must ha
'rc- or give over the greatest happiness
'li- my life. What do you say, Jean"
lies She had not known herself before, b
low the last few moments had taught b
mt much. Sho looked at him with Sun
n and replied al thought editors employ
ing old and experienced hands for regu
me employment.
8 "That means that you will undersa
hen the work, dearest" hc asked In VIII
'her per, rs they mounted the stairs to
elevated road.
iore "I'll consider and send you telegr'
ush or postal as to my conclusion; or, p
her haps you will como out tonight for
not verbal reply" she flashed back rs
slapped ab oard the train.
OWN Well, Mr.. Barrows's trip abroad "
cen deferred until October, when his n
.nre staff assistant, tho editor Of tho colu'
Inc on Love aud Matrimony, bore b
IN compauy.--Detroit Free Pres.