Arizona republican., 1892-07-05
ON THE EJUGSON FARM.
A FOURTH OF JULY STORY BY HELEN
 FORREST GRAVES.

at'Af'N that should be dear to every man, wom an and child in this republic"
 "Oh, bother the ropubhcI" flashed out Mrs. Dopploton.
 "Maria~ said Mir. Doppleton This from yOu!"
 Pm sick and tired of the whole thing" said Mrs Doppleton--andr really when one came to think how Often she had listened to the fowcry perorations of the address tMr. Doppleton was lit. tie uncertain as to his memory and liked to practice on any audience that chanued to be nearest), her remark was not unnatural--"and I'm not going to Pompville to see you make a fool of yourself. So there!"
 "Pompville, Maria, said MT Dopple- ton, lis to be our future home"
 Your, perhaps" said Mrs. Dopple- ton, mot ours
 Maria"
 Joseph"
 Perhaps" said Mr. Dopploton, "you will be good enough to explain your selfr"
 Il don't see the uso of it." said Mrs. Doppletou, "when I've already explained myself forty times. But if you really insist upon it"-
 "l do, Maria"
 Why, then, I'll repeat it for tho forty-tirst time" said Mrs. Doppleton, with every symptom of coming hyster> ics. i've never known happy hour since your distant cousin Jugson died and left us that old rattletrap of a house.
 ''I beg your pardon, Maria, that au- cestral residence" corrected Mir. Dop- pleton.
 Il should like Co live in the country well enough, went on Mrs. Doppleton, that is, if you can call village like Pompville the country"
 Ut is one of the sweetest spots in the world" said Mir. Doppleton.
 But as for moving into low ceiled, badly drained house like that, with the middle of it taken up with a stack of chimneys, not a closet on tle premises except a few three cornered affairs, whose shelves aren't big ough to hold a cat; the paTlor by 13, and twenty eight panes of glass in every individual window-l won't do it, that's all. And unless you will consent to build new Colonial cottage or sweet little Queen Anne cottage ou the grounds
 'Never"' cried Mir. Doppleton. Do you take me for Goth or Vandali Why, my dear, that house is ll0 years oldr'
 "l should judge by its locks, tartly responded Mrs. Doppteton, that it was l,0l0 years old"
 "Maria,' said the orator Of tEe day, have you no regard for my feelings!' You don't appear to have any regard for miner sobbed Mrs. DopplltOn.
 Il intend to move into thut house on the first of next September" said MT, Doppleton, when the lease of the flat that we are at present occupying ex- pires,"
 'I don't" said Mrs. DOppletOn crisply. May ask; then, whar you do intend to dor
 "To go home to my mother
 "Mariar
 "Joseph!"
 'Doyop forgetthat y0n vowed tokeep you unto me only until death did us part;'
 Do you forget that you said you would love and cherish mel"
 Mir. Doppleton was as stubborn as a mule; Mrs. Doppleton was as obstinate as only a woman could be.
 And the upShot of this pretty little difference of opinion was that freezing coldness established itself like wall of ice between husband and wife. and a legal separation seemed to be the one thing impending.
 Mir. DOppieton selected hard flea. tured single cousin, Jemima Parker by uame, to serve as audience to his great oratorical effort.
 Mrs DOpplstOn began to pack up her wedding presents, her bric-a-brac and her personal belongings.
 Both of item were very wrctched, and neither of them would Concede an inch. Don't you think. dear. YOU might ulGnage to nVe m the old house, since hls heart is 80 set upon itF' said AnEt Persis Mayhew, the peacemaker of the family, Its matter of principle to me now, said Maria, comprcssing her lips
 "Why don't you let your wife have her own way!' said Colonel Mayhew, Aunt Persis husband, to Mir. Doppleton,
 If did so now" answered the orator of the day, "I should lose my own self 'sspoct and good opinion also"
 And he went on practicing the great masterpiece of eloquence, which had lost all it's spice and sparkle, since Maria was not to hear it.
 Ii only CqgSin Jugson had seen fit to leave his ancestral homestead to some body else! In his lifetime he was a peace able old man; how, then, was it that his bequest had originated such a bitterness of feeling?
 There is hOmely old saying, however, that 1t IS an Fl wind that blows nobody any good-aud one day MT, Solomon HaTtop, hard worked, baldheaded clerk in the postoiice, came exultantly home to his four roomod tenement in crowd, ed little street, where the grocery below exhaled the perfume of stale cabbages, and an iron lunged licensed vendor made the dOorways ring with
 Fresh raws-ber-rees! Pineapples, lem. mings and ban-anas!"
 Well, Janet" said MT Hartop, "r.e got piece of good news for you!"
 Are you going to take us to Glen island for the dayy screamed all the lit. tie Hartops in chorus
 I'm going to take yoti all to the coun, try for month, said MT. HGrtop. "Tc fine old Innsn all fI1rni. tnl Nvhnrl