The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1901-03-14
HAPPY THOUGH MARRIED.

OF the 'Americans Abroad of whom
Charles Battell LOOMS is writing in the
Century, one of the oldest is iona than
Taintor, who loves his wife at long
range for thirty years, the broad Allan
tic keeping them separated all that time
but lnterpOSing no barrier to their mu-
tual affection. 'The amount of sea-
sickness she saved herself by stayin
to hum. says Jonathan, couldn't be
reckOned 'thout | was scholar, which
| amt. | took to my berth before we
was aOut of sight of land an eff the
brimstun of the future is any wuss AN
what | suffered. | don't want to die
But | wished | could die all the way
over | come right here to London.
because there was man | knew comm
here, too, an | wrote to Cynthy to come
right over as soon as she could, an we'd
live aour lives aout here; fer bad as it
was here, nothin' on top of creation
could tempt'me to go back, not even her
pretty face
He stopped a minute and half closed
his eyes and | fancy he was calling her
pretty face back through the thirty
years.
wv ell, well, that was hard lines" said .
y eS, but 1t was WuSS When | got her
reply. She told me she hedn't he'd hap
Ply minute sence | left, although she he'd
gone up to Saratogy, but the water
tasted like something was into it, an
she'd come away after one day, an was
now on the farm at Gocdspeed's Land
ing. An she said tibet eft L d BEN so
sick she'd probably die, an she could MT
bear to think of bein' heaved into the
Atlantic, an must stop where she was.
All me. Sence then we've ben as lovin'
as we could be, Wrltin' reg lar an remem-
BERN each others birthdays an aour
Weddln anniversaries; but we hain't
sot eyes on each other, an won't until
were both safe on that other shore they
tell us abaout. An hope tibet t1ip'll be a
smooth one"
And what does Mrs. Taintor do all
alone?"
He knocked the ashes out of his pipe
and put it into mis- pocket before he
replied:
She runs the old farm as | never
could have run it. She's born farmer,
that wife of mine is. She has hired
man to help, but she does a good share
OF the work herself, an every year she
sens me half the airnings; an | live on
here, hatln' it all an hopin' for the time
to come when the ocean'll either dry up
or freeze over, or that Cynthy will over
come her dislike to the trip Married
llfe amt e'zac'ly pleasant SO fur apart,
but ! en- truthfully say we've never
quar'led sence l come here, an | amt
seen woman sence landed tibet could
hold candle to Cinthy, Cinthy is a
pretty gall
Shortly afterWard the old man retired
to his own room and then my friend
who had not spoken once since we came
out, Wickedly limited that maybe Mr.
Ialntor only imagined that he loved
Cynthia, and that they were happier sep
arated; but hate to spoil idyls in thai
way. To me it is very beautiful, the
thought of that dear old lady in Con
necticut, who runs the farm and writes
loving letters to her expatriated spouse
and sends him share of the profits, bu1
who cannot overcome her antipathy tt
the unstable sea. And when think O,
Mr. Taintor as he appeared that evening
IN Bloomsbury, with his honest Yankel
lace, and his loyalty to Yankee tradi
tons, and his ardent love for his absen
wife, say, "Hurrah for both of them!'