The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1897-02-25

He looked OF the writing again.
with love to papa, from Millie."
Again the wistful face looked at him,
and IS the repressed love of his heart
welled up a mistiness came over his
eyes. He sprang from his seat and
walked hurriedly out into the street,
with the valentine in his pocket. Per.
haps mingling with the crowd would
rid him of his brain sick fancies. But
it didn't.
"Dugald Jameson" he muttered to
himself, "are you acting the part OF a
father, or a Christian, in not ruling
your W household? Have you not
neglected your duty? Where is all
your strength OF will and the manliness
that has made you succeed in life, If
you will let Il woman who neither loves
nor honors you rule over you?' Then
the cold indifference of his wife came
back to him like a blow in the face;
the bitter discovery that she merely
endured his awk ward caresses, the
feeling that he was repulsive to her,
then the years of well-bred contempt.
1t staggered him, but it was love and
not pride that was ruling him now,
aud he rose serene over oil obstacles.
He forgot the mother. Only the
daughter, bone of his bone and flesh
of his flesh! How his heart yearned
for her! 1t was then that Jameson was
TRANSPORTED by a great resolution that
lit his hard face with love and changed
his uneasy gait to that of a strong and
happy man.
Jameson telegraphed to the superin.
tendent of the school to send his
daughter home by the next train.
Then he went home to make prepare.
tions Tor her reception.
"Set things in order in Miles
room," he called cheerily to the
housekeeper, when he entered the
mansion in which he had hitherto
been a ledger. "She will be home to.
night"
"Whatl" exclaimed his astonished
wife, wlBsI was attracted to the spot
by the hA .ty tone in which the order
was given. "What do you mean?"
Il mean that our daughter is coming
home! And she's coming home to
stay. have telegrsphed for her"
"Have you lost your sensesp"
"Noi l have found tlemi I am
going to be the head OF. this family |"
"Who has been putting these fine
notions into your head?"
"Woman," he exclaimed, towering
to his full height and making use of a
Scotticism that at another time would
have made her smile, 81 have neglected
my duty too long. After this my
daughter shall be educated in her own
home, as a Christian child should be,
wen if I have to hire the whole school
to come here to teach her!"
"Thls is outrageous !" said his wife,
angrily. els it not enough that l must
endure you and your uncouth ways
that are q constant source Of shame to
me among my friends, without Mile
being brought home to learn them
from you? l Intended that she should
be q lady"
1t a on the tip Of his tongue to
say--"and you'd marry her to a title
as you yourself married money!" but
the love that was in him made him
feel kindlier to all the world, and all
her sarcasms and storming could not
affect him. Jameson had covered him
self with the panoply of silence that is
the birthright of everyone of Scotch
descent, and made no reply. Finally
she burst into tears and lett the room.
He then took out the valentine and
looked at it again. To his unedu.
Gated taste tho little chrome Cupids
were high art, and the little sentimen.
tai rhyme true poetry. 1t was beauti.
full TO look at. 1t should be framed!
He looked about the walls to find a
suitable place to put it, and decided it
should be put in the place of that alb
surd little M%eissonier that had cost
such a mint of money. The little
Cupid looked more roguish than ever
as it realized what its fate was to be,
and the face that re SO in the old mans
memory was no longer wistful and
lonely. 1t was trustful and happy as
a child's should be, and his heart sang
within him.