The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1868-12-26

of the old farm house; tie bright guardian genius
Of its low-ceiled roona and wide, airy halls She
| read the paper to FarAsr Remingten; She con-
pounded cake, Jelly and Syllabus to the aston
hhment and delight Of the old lady she kept
Che two old china vases on the msatls brinning
| over with a red rain OF roses; she knew by In
stinct when to darkeu the room for the cid mans
nap on the wide, chintz-covered sofa, and she
| was better than ten doctors when Mrs. Reming-
| ton had one of her bad nervous headschos.
II really don't see how We ever contrived to
live without Marian" said the old gentleman.
"But she shall never leave as" said Mrs. Rem
ington, decidedly. .,...r
"Marian-little bright syss-rve got news,
called the old gentleman, one morning through
else to tie up, and como in here. Charlie is COM
ing home" .o- ss s@a'a-e
"To stay, sir ?" aa t'' r. a'
"No, not to stay-of course his fine city vito
demands his permanent devOtion'-Mr. Rsming-
ton could not help speaking with = snesr-"but
ne will spend the day here on his way to New
York. l should like you to see Chsrlie-and
should like Charlie to see you. Don't blush-if
you're not better locking than his fifth avenue
wife she must be a paragon among women, that's
oil I've got to say" a"-
"When will he be here, sir 2" 8q
GIN an hour should Judge from his letter.
Charlie always did write awful scrawl-m's
and ms just alike, and half the time forgets to
cross his ts but suppose that's the fashion,
now-a-days !"
Marian Chauncey crept away to her room to
brush out the red gold curls, and ad asst the blue
ribbon at the throat, and wondered shyly to her.
self what Charlie would say when he saw the
new element that had continued 80 to inter weave
itself into the old home of his boyhood.
"But don't think he'll be angry" said Ma
rian in "A half wnispnr she ninuad q whita
rose into her breast, and prepared TO descend, in
obedience to Mrs. Remin gtsn's call Of
marian, Marian, come down and see my boy. "
Charles Remington stood in the middle of the
floor with an arm around his radiant little moth
er, while the old gentleman from his big easy
chair delightedly watched over the tableaux, AZ
Marian slowly advanced.
! "Charles," said Mrs. Remington, beaming all
over, 'this is our new daughter, who"
| But Charles had sprung forward and caught
the slight, willing figure in his arms, while the
golden hair foated in perfect cascade Of curls
over his shoulder.
Evelyn! my wife ~
Mr.. Remington stared at his wife. Mrs. Rom
ington stared at her husband.
"Hs's mad, whispered the old man. "Charles,
he added aloud, "you are mistaken; this is Ma.
rian Chauncsy, our adopted daughter"
"No, sir, it is not" faltered the young lady in
have stolen into your heart on false prctences-
but I do so long for your lsve. And when you
sent for Marian, who is one of my dearest school
friends, persuaded her to remain at home, and
allow Inc to personate her. just for few weeks
Father, mother, you will not turn me out o
your affections now!" ff
"And you knew nothing of this?" demanded
old Mr.. Remington of his son.
"Not word it's Evelyns own idea"
And Evelyn, half laughing, half crying, stol.
into her mother-in-law's extended arms.
ut don't seem possible that she is the fifth
avenue girl" said the old gentleman. "Com
here and give me kiss. Ma-Evelyn, I mean"
$50 she is our real daughter, after ALL" sale
proud Mrs. Remington.
Evelyn had conquered their prejudices by tn,
enchanting wand Of love.