The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-01-08
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q Tale of Two Lovers and
q Stern. Father.

cit amt no use in a-goin' ag'in
your pa, Jennie. He's had his own
way round here continual fur more'n
thirty years, an you'll jest hev to
give in No Use tall.in' at him. Il
only makes him wuss,"
Poor little Mrs. Olcott had been
accustomed during the whole of her
married life to ''jest give in" and
her only chance of peace was in
yielding to her selfishly determined
husband and allowing him to carry
his point without opposition.
Jennie was differently constitut-
ed. She Inherited her fathers strong
will, and he had, much to his sur.
prise, suddenly discovered an oppos-
ing forco in his youngest child.
She had been away from home
for nearly three years, this pretty
brown haired girl with the deter
mined face and graceful carriage,
and the father secretly admired and
almost feared her. A wealthy and
childless aunt in the city had be-
sought Jennie to share her home,
and Hiram Olcott's pretty daughter,
though clinging to the farm, with
all its dear memories of childhood
and childhood's joys, chose wisely
when she yielded to her aunt's re-
quest. It was better, far better, for
her, for even after her going there
were plenty of children to keep the
miserly old farmer in perpetual
grumble about money matters.
It was May, and the country wore
one glad smile, and Jennie hailed
with delight the prospect of visit
to her home, assuming very willing
ly the responsibility of housekeep-
ing while her two unmarried sisters
attended the wedding of cousin in
a distant town.
This morning she was cooking
and with her sleeves rolled above
her elbows stood beside the kitchen
table. In one hand she held an
earthen plate, while the clip, clip,
clip of fork sounded noisily as she
whipped some eggs to froth.
"Your sisters he'd to marry to suit
him." walled the nervous little wo-
man, 'san' you'll hev to too. Eff you
don't, there be awful fuses, SO
you'd jest better give in"
That morning the father had spo-
ken to Jennie OF a young farmer,
whom he termed '1ikely CATCH"
She had expressed her opinion of
him in so decided way as to alarm
Mr.. Olcott for the safety of his
much priced authority.
He was wont to speak of himself
as a marvellous example Of the pa
triarch. stMake .'em mind" he
would say. s'Keep your household
beneath your feet; govern 'em well,
an they'll git along"
Jennie's boldness in opposing his
judgment 80 stupefed him that his
anger had not yet had time to blaze
forth, but Mrs. Olcott knew it would
come, and so after her husband had
left the kitchen she pleaded with the
girl to "give In" Jennie had been
very thoughtful during the little
woman's appeal, but now she was
resolved, and it was the Olcott in
her nature which spoke. sI would
not marry Jordan Moggs though ia
ther should threaten to murder me.o
The eggs were stiff now, and as
she set the plate down on the table
che turned from her mother and
busted herself among the ingredi-
ents for cake baking which were be-
fore her. Jennie was blushing as
she began softly, 'There is some
one in Poole I like very much, moth
er, and he's coming out here to-
'He needn't mind comin'," said
Farmer Olcott grimly as he stepped
quietly into the kitchen. sDon't
let me ketch none O. your city fellers
comm to see you. Eff they do, I'll
talk to 'em: Not word now" he
growled, shaking his long finger
menacingly at Jennie as she essayed
to speak. "Tm master in my own
house, am you'll not talk till such
time as I'm done. You've been
away an kinder forgot how things
is run here, but you might as well
get broke in now. tell you I won't
hev any city fellers a-follerin' you,
am eff I ketch your Aunt Kate maxi
in matches fur you I'll Jest fetch
You home from bein' fine lady
down there an set you workin,.'s
Before Jennie could speak he had
gone into the dining room, slam /
ming the door behind him.
Tears Of modification and rage
stood in her brow eyes, and hot
words leaped to he, Ups, bnt as che
glanced down at the agonized face
Of the little woman beside her the
fierce mood changed. She bent to
Kiss The pain drawn Lips, mnrmur-
ing: Never mind, mother dear. I'll 4
be patient for your sake"
That's good girl, jennie re-