The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1868-12-24

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mantle trimming over with rain OF ro-
ses; she knew BY instinct just when TO
darken the room for the old man S alter.
noon nap on the vide chiulz sofa and
she is better than ten doctors, when Mrs,
Remington had one Of her nervous head
aches,
Il really don't see how we ever conDiu.
uodstO live without Marian. said the old
gentleman.
But she shall,ncyer leave US, said
Mrs, Remington, decidedly.
'MSrian, liIrIe,bright eyes, I've got
news, callSd the old gentleman, one
mordi0g, through the hall; leave those
i.hstsSsuckles for some one else TO tie up
aud CONF 10 hero, Charles is coming
home.
TO stay, sit?'
no rot TO sray-or course his fue
city wife demands his promOnout devo-
ton Mr., Remington could not help
speaking with a sneer, but he will spend
the dav here, on his way to New York,
l should lie YOU 10 see Cnorles land |
should ike Charles to SEQ you. Don't
blush-if you're not better looking thOn
his Filth avenue wife, she must DO o
paragon among women, that's all I've
got TO say
When will be be here, sir?'
In about on hour, | should Judge
from his letter Charlie always did
write an awful scraWl-m's ami Us Just
alike, and hall the lime forget to cross
bis Is bat suppose that's the fashion
uOwadays'
Marian Chauncey crept away 10 her
room 10 brush out the ted.goll curlS,
aud adjust the blue ribbon at the thought.
and wondered shyIy to herself VIVA,
Charley wouId:say whsn no saw the
new eleueol that had eontrVed SO to
interweave itself in the old homo of his
boyhool.
But | don't think he will be angry?'
said Marian in hall whisper, as she
! pinned white rose in her breast, and
prepared to descend 10 obedlauce to Mrs.
2emiOgton's call Of
Marian, NIarian, come down and see
my bly, ..-....-.,.,.-. s7.s-
UGales,Remioston stood in The mid :
die oflbe floor, With en- arm around his
radlen, little mother, while the old gen.
rlemun trOm his big, easy ehair' delight.
fully watched over tho lsbIeau, Os Ma
Ran slowly advanced.
Charles said Mr.. Remington, beam
ing all over, this is our new daughter,
who
But Charles had sprang forward and
caught the slight, willing i!urS in his
arms, while the golden hair foated 10 a
perfect cascade Of curls over his shoulder
'Evlynl My Wiie!'
Mr. Remington stared OF his wife. Mrs,
Remington stared st her husband
Hes mSd!' whispered the old man. .
Charles, he added aloud, you are mis-
taken; this is Marian Chouncy, our adopt.
ed daughter
No sir, Ills not, foliered the young
lady in question: ] am Evlyn. your sons
wife. l have stolen into your hearts On
false pretenScs did SO long for
your love. And when you sent for Ma.
Ran, who Is one Of my dearest school
friends, persuaded her 10 remain al
home, and allow me 10 personate her
Just for few weeks, Father, mother,
you will not torn me out of your aGec-
tons nOw?'
And you knew nothing Of lhis?' de-
monded old At. Remington Of his son,
Not word. it is Evlyn's ouu idea
And Evlyu, half laughing, half crying,
stole into her notherin lAwI extended
arms,
1t don't seem possible that she is the
Fifth avenue girl said the old gentleman,
Come here aud give me Kiss, Nav.
20, | mean
so, she is our real daughter after oil,
sid proud Mn. Remington.
EVlyn had conquered their ptjudisss
with the enchanted wand of Iowa.