Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1867-09-12
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WHY HE MARRIED..

again Mr.. Varley?'
mol DON'T" said the old bachelor,
decidedly.
He was something of bear to an
swer so crustily, when Barbara Smith
stood in the doorway, with the shad
'owy lashes dropping over her soft
brown eyes, and the roses melting III
to deep carmine on her rosy cheeks,
until her muslin dress was pale in
comparison. Such a pretty, bright
eyed, lovable little Barbara as she
was, in all the blooming freshness OF
her eighteen summers, and the soft
sigh that fiuttered up from her lips
as the one-hOrse carriage drove
away, was checked instantly. Bar
bara had no idea ofbecoming victim
to unrequited love, though she had
rather fancied Mr.. Joseph Verley du-
ring his brief sojourn at her fathers
house.
| Mr.. Verley drove away through
the rustling green draperies of the
summer lanes, whistling softly as he
drove.
Il shall be in very good time for
the 1890 train," he meditated to
himself. ''Pmctuality is the soul
of business, and never was one of
the behind hand tribe, thank Provi-
dence. Besides think it was be-
looming rather dangerous to stay at
that place any longer. I'm thirty
nine to morrow week, and that's just
twenty years too old for me to go
making a fool of myself. / fancy
me getting married! No you don't,
Joseph Verley, my friend,
As he settled himself comfortably
in the crowded railroad car and open
ed letter the subject again REQUIRED
to his mind with curious persistence.
1.-THE letter from my poor brothers
executor came just in time, or i
should certainly have lOunged away
more time at Toms than would have
been either profitable or sensible
Poor, dear Harold; | don't see what
on earth possessed him to fall sick
and die on the way home from
Venice, and leave his daughter on
my hands, too. Why couldn't he
have left a son instead of q daughter,
I never did understand q woman's
WAYS, and what's more / don't want
to. / am to meet her at Speedville
. and take her home with me, eh?''
groaned Mr.. Verley, referring dis
pairingly to his letter. land what
am / going to do with her when get
her there I'd like to know: i sup
pose she's great tall creature, with
ringlets and ribbons, and just as like
Ily as not an Italian lover, chattering
sentiments to her-a creature that
reads Byron and keeps an Album
and eats slate pencils and chalk. III
send her to boarding school-that'
what I'll do with my neice-and per
haps when she has graduated there
the school ma'am can suggest some
means of getting rid of her. Oh
course she II have half dozen huge
trunks, and a bonnet box, and par
rot cage-that's the way women gen
orally travel, believe. / am GLAD
I'm out of the way of Barbara fas
cinations now. One woman is quite
enough keep me distracted with hel
freaks and her fancies-teo of them
would drive me to suicide,"
Mr.. Verley looked out of the win
dow in a sort of calm desperation
at the propect that lay before him.
II suppose she'll want a piano,
and maybe a poodle dog-and
there's on knowing what else.
don't see aoAy Harold wanted to die
and leave his daughter to my care
just now. Speedville Station-le1
me see; twenty seven miles further
on. / wish it was twenty-sever
hundred miles-that's what wishe
And, with this vindictive senti
ment in his mind, our hero tied re-
silk pocket handkerchief over hi'
head, and tried to lose himself in s
series of brief, troubled dreams
wherein the vision of a tall niece fig
ured largely.
care we here already" he STAN
mered, starting to his feet. as TIT
J. conductor brawled out, ''Speedvill
Sta-a- tion?" and SEEING umbrella, val
ise and travelling shawl, with the bust
ling bewilderment peculiar to PEG
pie reused suddenly from sleep r
Speedville was rather large sizet
village, situated at the junction o
) several railways-a busting, striving
little place with an imposing Ameri
can Gothic structure as depot. In
to this building Mr.. Verley walked
r looking right and left for the youns
lady whose guardianship he wa
about to assume.
"For, of course" he reasoned
mentally, "she1l be on the look on
for me-women are proverbially
curious" I -
But Harold Verley's daughter wa
not on the "look- out" for her I'm
known uncle. When the crowd Incl
dent to the coming and going of tn
evening train had subsidized, and PEG
pie had gone their several ways, tn,
only remaining occupants Of the de
pot were Mr. Verley, lame old mai
who sold peanuts and oranges, ant
decent looking colored woman witt
r brilliant Madras turban on her head
: who took care Of the building.
Neither ofithese latter parsonage
!, could possibly be his niece, so Mr.
", after a little perplexed hesitation
addressed himself to the colored wo
: man, who was briskly polishing tn
: windows,i with piece of crumplet