The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-10-18


TT wasn't my fault, Miss Ransom. +
swear it wasn't It was my grand
mother She held the purse string then,
and close enough. too, ard she made
WOW about my attentions TO you. Grand
mothers may be troublesome old parties,
but what are you going to do when they
have the whip hand of fella? It's deuc-
eddy unpleasant to have your supplies
cut of, even IL you are head and ears in
love with Il ghurl But now am my
own master. Uncle Jabez has, SO to
speak, Miss Ransom. passed in his
checks
so am my own mistress, said Ag-
mes proudly, and we stand on an exact
equality and with this enigmatical
speech she walked away.
John Burns. in his shirt sleeves, had
appeared among the fine company in.
front of the house. Burns, in his old
battered hat and with the odor Of stable
reek about him, WAS no respecter of per-
sons. He was looking for his young
boss, as he called Agnes. and when he
had found her he delivered his message
| quite regardless of ceremony: Holt.
| miss, the grocer, has sent up from town
for all the strawberries we can let him
have He wants them afore dark for the
| festival in the Methodist church; was
promised hundred quarts and primo
berries it seems are ruther slyurce.'
Very well, Burns, harness Selim to
the market cart and | win take what
berries we can spare into town"
why don't you let Burns drive to
market, dear, +" whispered Mrs. Ransom,
coloring high.
81 have agreed, mamma, to do that
part Of the business myself Burns has
all the work he can attend to at home
| As shall travel faster with Selim than
| you can on the coach you viii let me
take the lead to get out Of your dust. !"
she added, smiling archly over her
shoulder as she tripped into the house.
In ten minutes Burns had brought the
| cart filed with strawberry crates to the
door. Agnes, whip in hand, looked
about her with a smiling eye. ssMr.
! Darcy" said she at last, you are an ex-
/ cellent whip and have often driven pro-
| fessionally in town. Would it please
| you to drive me into Littlefield in the
market cart? My brother Win can
take your place on the coach"
/ Teddy Darcy turned all sorts of colors.
and stammered out, "Weally. Miss Ag-
mes, you must be joking"
There was quick movement behind
her and general litter. Agnes turned
| with her face a celestial red, and saw
| that Percy Fallon had leaped into the
cart and gathered up the reins. Good
| by, dear friends, cried Agnes with gen
tie irony, and she gave Percy her gloved
hand and in an instant was sitting beside
him. Percy looked unspeakably trium-
plant and happy. He touched Selim
lightly with the whip and the two
were bowling down the little hill before
the astonished group on the lawn had re-
covered its presence of mind.
Mr.. Darcy looked quite apoplectic as
Frank Haydock approached him with
| grave ceremony. ALLOW me to con-
| gratulate you, Darcy, on very narrow
escape. Agnes is a self willed girl, and
she is sure to lead any man she marries
pretty lively dance"
Eyes, said Darcy, still quite purple
with wrath, II don't approve of strong
minded women. A wife should always
look up to her husband as her mental
superior and natural guide. It looks
deuced bad to see her take the bit be-
tween her teeth"
The drive to Littlefeld settled Agnes
destiny for life. 1t was agreed that she
and Percy should live summers at the
farm on Scrabble Hill and winters should
migrate to his city quarters. Since their
marriage Fallon has built a rustic studio
down in the woods near the brook.
/ Phemy is still very essential member
of the family. One of Fallon's most
famous pictures is called 1.-The Little
Nurse" 1t represents red haired girl
worshiping baby asleep in its cradle
in the freight in quaint old parlor.
strongly suggestive of the keeping room
at the farm.
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