St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1896-01-03

William to favor rs sc that we might
get our parcels of drapery from May
nard's with exceptional promptitude.
One Sunday afternoon about that
time | was sitting at my writing
desk-possibIy | was reading a good
book-when a something went by the
window.
| heard a startled exclamation be-
hind me, and saw Mariana with her
hands clasped together and her eyes
dilated.
George" she said in an awe
stricken whisper, "did you see?"
Then we both spoke to one another
at the same moment, slowly and sol.
EMMY:
"A silk hail Yellow gloves! Anew
umbrella"
1t may be fancy, dear" said Mari
ana; but his tie was very like yours.
| believe Jane keeps him in ties. She
told me a little while ago, in a way
that implied volumes, about the rest
of your costume. The master do
wear pretty ties, ma'am.' And he
echoes all your novelties"
They were arm in arm. Jane looked
exquisitely proud, happy, and un-
comfortable, with new white cotton
gloves, and William, in the silk hat,
singularly genteel.
That was the elimination of James
happiness. When she returned, "Mr.
Maynard has been talking to Will
liam, ma'am," she said, land he is
to serve customers, just like the
young shop gentlemen, during the
next sale. And if he gets on he is to
be made an assistant, ma'am, at the
first opportunity. Mr.. Maynard has
took a great fancy to him."
That next Sunday, as 1 drank my
tea, | Intercepted my wife.
How is this Sunday different from
all other Sundays, little woman ?
What has happened? Are you wear
ing your hair in a new way without
warning me? l clearly perceive a
change in my environment, and ]
cannot for the life of me say what it
is"
Then my wife answered in her most
tragic voice, George" she said,
"that-that William has not come
rear the place today! And Jane is
crying her heart out up stairs"
There followed a period of silence
Jane, as | have said, stopped singing
about the house, and began to care
for our brittle possessions, which
struck my wife as being a very sac
sign indeed.
The next Sunday and the next
Jane asked to go out, ito walk with
William" and my wife, who never
attempts TO extort confidence, gave
her permission and asked no ques
tons.
On each occasion Jane came back
looking flushed and very determined
At last one day she became very com.
m%unicative.
William is being led away" she
remarked abruptly, with a catching
of the breath.
"Yes'm. She is a milliner, and she
can play on the piano."
81 thought" said my wife, THAT
you went out with him on Sunday?'
mot out with him, ma'am, after
him. walked along by the side O
them and told her he was engaged to
me-"
Dear me, Jane, did you? What die
they dor"
"Took no more notice of me thar
if l was dirt. So l told her sh,
should suffer for it."
1t was on the August bank holiday
that the crisis came. We do MOI
clearly know the details Of the fray
but only such fragments as poo,
Jane let fall.
The milliner's mother, the m%illiner
and William had made a party to thu
art museum.
Anyhow, Jane had calmly but firm
ly accosted them somewhere in TIL
streets and asserted her right tt
what, in spite Of the consensus of lit
erature, she held to be her inaliena
BILE property.
They dealt with her in a crushingl,
superior way. They "called a cab
There was a scene, William being
pulled away into the f~our-wheeler b.
his future wife and mother-in-lav
from the reluctant hands of our dis