Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1898-05-19
FACULTY..

pAOACCI VI pIC HAVING SOAAO
there when the woods were one pri-
meval mass of green, and himself hav-
ing erected the old stone parsonage,
around which the thriving village had
grown with almost incredible rapidity.
It was not that he had preached the
gospel to them for four and-forty years;
it was not that his footsteps had been
instant on every threshold where sick
ness came or sorrow brooded.
All this had been received as a mat
ter of course, and forgotten as soon
as the necessities were past. But it
was because Foxville curiosity was on
the qui vive about Joanna, his grand
child, the sole remaining blossom on
the gnarled old family tree, who was
left quite unprovided for.
''I declare to goodness, said Mrs.
Emmons, 81 don't know what is to
become of that girlr'
''She hain't no faculty, "said Sabina
Sexton, the village dressmaker; "and
never had"
''Books possessed no charms for
hertz sighed Miss Dodge, who taught
the Foxville district school. ''She al
ways cried over her parsing and rhe-
toric, and 1 never could make her
understand cube root"
There's no denyin' that the old
minister was as near saint as we
often see in this world" said Mrs.
Luke Lockedge, piously. ''But he
hadn't ought to let Joanna run loose
in the woods and fields the way she
did Why, L don't spose she ever
p,o1o cb int m, friaI a hatch \, frif toro
in her life!'
SIS it true," said Miss Dodge, peer
ing inquisitively up under her spec
tacle glasses, ''that she is engaged to
your Simon, Mrs. Lockedge?"
Mrs. Lockedge closed her mouth,
shook her head and knitted away until
her needles shone like forked light
ming
''Simon's like all other young men.
Miss Dodge" said she-''took by a
pretty face and pair O. bright eyes.
And they sat on the same bench at
school. And as long as we s'posed
Parson Fox had left property, why,
there wasn't no objection. But there
wasn't nothing-not even life insur-
ance. So I've talked to Simon, and
IuuttS ulll near IcuSOu. lueTe can
nobody live on airn'
''But that's ruther hard on Joanna,
amt it?" said Mrs. Emmons, with
little sympathetic wheeze.
''Reason is reasonr' Mrs. Lock
edge answered. 'My Simon will have
property, and the girl he marries must
have suthin' to match it
SO that Joanna Fox, sitting listlessly
in her black Sress by the window,
where the scent of June honeysuckles
foated sweetly N, and trying to real
ize that she was alone in the world,
had divers and sundry visitors that day.
The first was Simon Lockedge, look
ing as if his errand were somewhat
connected with grand larceny.
Joanna started up, her wan face
frightening. She was only sixteen
haired, brown-eyed girl.
''Oh, Simon" she cried, 81 knew
you would come when you heard'
Simon Lockedge wriggled uneasily
into seat, instead of advancing to
clasp her outstretched hand.
''Yes,' said he. 'Of course it's
very sad, Joanna, and I'm awfully
sorry for you. But"
Joanna stood still, her face harden
ing into cold, white mask, her hands
falling to her side.
eyes," said she. ''You were say
ing"
'.It's mothern' guiltily confessed
Simon. ga fellow can't go against his
own mother, you know. She says it's
all nonsense, our engagement and we
shouldn't have anything to live on!
And So, with a final twist, "we'd bet
ter consider it all over. That's the
sense of the matter-now amt it,
Joanna?"
She did not answer.
'Tm awfully sorry, "stuttered Simon.
81 always set deal of store by you,
Joanna"
"Did you?" she said bitterly. ''One
would scarcely have thought it,
''And you know, joanna" he added
awkwardly, mindful of his mothers
drill, "when poverty comes in at the
door, love flies out at the window"
Joanna smiled scornfully.
SIT seems" said she, 'that love
does not always wait for that"
And she turned and walked into the
adjoining apartment; while Simon,
sinking out of the door, muttered to
himself
''It's the hardest job o. work that
ever did in my life. Splitting stumps
is nothing to it. Uut mother says it
must be done-and mother rules the
roost in our housed"
Next came Mrs. Emmons.
Joanna" said she, ''Pm deeply
grieved at this ere atfliction that's be-
fell you'll"
''Thank you, Mrs. Emmons!' said
the girl, mechanically.
GIVE come to ask you about your
plans, added the plump widow. ''Be-
cause, if you have no other intentions,
I'll be glad to have you help me with
the housework. I'm goin' to have a