Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1895-12-06

"Dear me, Jane, did you? What did
they do?'
"Took no more notice Of me than il l
was dirt. So told her she should suffer
for it,"
1t was on the August bank holiday that
the crisis came We do not clearly know
the details of the fray, but only such frag-
ments as poor Jane let fall.
The miliner's mother, the milliner, and
William had made party to the art mu-
scum
Anyhow, Jane had calmly but firmly ac-
costed them somewhere in the streets and
asserted her right to what, in spite of the
consensus of literature, she held to be her
inalenable property.
They dealt with her in crushingly su-
peror way. They "called a cab There
was scene, William being pulled away
into the four-wheeler by his future wife and
mother-in-law from the reluctant hands OF
our discarded Jane.
Thereafter our house rested from VIII
| liam. But there was something in the
manner of JAMES scrubbng the front door
step or sweeping out the rooms, a certain
viciousness that persuaded me that the
story had not yet ended.
"Pease, MN, may | go and see we'd
ding Tomorrow said Jane one day.
my dear" said my wife, fluttering into
my rooms about twenty minutes after Jane
had started "Jane has been to the boot
hole and taken all the left-off boots and
shoes, and gone off to the wedding with
them in bag. Surely she cannot
"Jane," SAID, "is developing character.
Let us hope for this best"
Jane came back with a pale, hard face,
All the boots seemed to be still in her bag,
at which my wife heaved a premature sigh
of relief
"Qute crowd at the wedding, ma'am,
she said presently, in a purely converse
tional style, sitting in our little kitchen, and
scrubbng the potatoes; and such lovely
day for them. 1t was all extremely re-
spectacle and nice. ma'am; but her father
didn't wear a black coat and looking quite
out of place ma'a Mr.. Piddingquirk -
"Who?'
Mr.. Piddingquirk- that was
ma'am-had white gloves and a coat like q
clergyman. and lovely chrysanthemum
And there was red carpet down just lik,
for gentlefoks. 1t was a real kerridgC
they had-not a fly When they came on
of church there was rice throwing. and he
two little sisters dropping dead flowers
And some one threw a slipper and ! threw
a boot
Threw boot. Jane! -
Yes ma am. hard. Gev' him blacl
eve. should think. only threw that one
hadn't the heart to try again. All tn
little boys cheered when it hit him.
The potatoes were more than finished
Jane rose sharply with sigh and raped
the basin down on the table
Il don't care"' she said, Il don't care
rap. He will find out his mistake yet, |
serves me right. was stuck up about him
ought not to have looked so high
| gathered that Mariana so far forgo
herself as to let Jane sob out some of he
fullness of her heart on a sympatheti
shoulder. My Mariana, thank heaven, ha
, never properly grasped the importance q
keeping up her position
, Since that fit of weeping, much of tn
accent of the bitterness has gone out c
, James scrubbing brush work.
Indeed, something passed the other da
with the butcher boy, but that scarcely be
longs to this story.
However, Jane is young still, and tim
and change are at work with her. We a
have our sorrows, but l do not believe yer
much in the permanency of broken heart: