Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-01-06

There followed a period of silence
Jane as have said, stopped singing
about the house, and began to care
for her possessions, which struck my
wife as being a very sad sign indeed.
The next Sunday, and the mex !,
Jane asked to go out, to walk WITH
! William, and my wife, who never at
tempts to extort confidence, gave her
permission and asked no questions.
On each occasion Jane came back
looking flushed and very determine d.
At last one one day she became COM
municative.
! William is being led away, she re-
marked abruptly with a catching of
the breath
Yes, ma'am. She is a miliner, aud
she can play on the piano.
thought, said my wife, that you
went with him on Sunday?
Not out with him, ma'am, after him.
[ walked along by the side of them,
and told her he was engaged to me.
Dear me, Jane, did you? What did
they do?
Took no more notice of me than if
1 was dirt. So told her she would
suffer for it,
It was on the August bank holiday
that the crisis came. We do not clear
ly know the details Of the fray, but
only such fragments as poor Jennie
let fall.
The milliner's mother, the milliner,
and William had made party to the
art museum.
Anyhow, Jane had calmly but firmly
accosted them somewhere in the
street and asserted her right to what,
in spite of the concensus Of literature,
she held to be her inalienable proper
ty.
They dealt with her in a crushingly
superior way. They Scaled a cab"
There was a scene. William being
pulled away into the four wheeler by
his future wife and mother in law
from the reluctant hands of our dis
carded Jane.
Thereafter our house rested from
William. But there was something in
the manner of James scrubbing the
front door step sweeping out the
rooms, certain viciousness that per-
suaded me that the story had not yet
ended
Please, MN, may | go and see a
wedding to morrow? said Jane one
day.
My dear, said my wife, fiuttering
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 a bag.
Surely she cannot
Jane, said, is developing charac-
ter. Let us hope for the best
Jane came back with pale, hard
face. All the boots seemed to be still
in her bag, at which my wife heaved
premature sigh of relief.
Quite a crowd at the wedding
ma'am, she said, presently, in pure
ly conversational style, sitting in our
little kitchen, and scrubbing potatoes;
and such lovely day for them. 1t
was all extremely respectable and
nice, ma'am; but her father didn't
wear a black coat, and looking quite
out of place ma am. Mr.. Piddingquirk
Who?
Mr.. Piddingquirk William that was,
white gloves and a coat
like clergyman, and lovely crys-
a millennium. And there was red car
pet down, just like for gentlefolks. 1t
was real kerridge they had-not a
fly. When they came out of church
there was rice throwing, and her two
little sisters dropping dead flowers.
And some one threw slipper and I
threw a boot
Threw boot, Jane!
Yes ma'am, hard. Cav him black
aye, I should think. only threw that
one. I hadn't the heart to try again.
All the little boys cheered when it hit
him.
The potatoes were more than finish
ed. Jane rose sharply with a sigh,
and raped the basin down on the
table.
I don't care! she said, don't care
4 rap. He will find out his mistake
yet. 1t serves me right. I was stuck
up about him. 1 ought not to have
ooked so high.
I gathered that Mariana SO far for
rot herself as to let Jane sob out some
IF the fullness of her heart on sym
shoulder. My Mariana, thank
heaven, has never properly grasped
he importance of Hkeeping I'D her |