The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1869-01-29
o. HOWARD co. IOWA, JANUARY, g. 1862 w WHOLE NO. 439

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wedding tour short, but then you
know we have . lifetime to finish
our honeymoon in.
So the brief Niagara sojourn
came to IN end, and Mrs. Reming-
ton for the season was q widowed.
He will be back soon," she
said to herself, "and, in the mean
while, oh, I must do so much"
"Yes,'' said old Mrs. Reming-
ton, eomplacently, II think that
wasa splendid idea of yours, Abel,
sending for Lot Chauncy's orphan
to adopt. I'll teach Charles and
his stuck-up wife that we'r in earn
est about what we wrote, and Mari
an Chaunoy won't have any city
airs nor graces. I'm dreadful anx-
ious to see her. Lot was lively
looking fellow, and my cousin twice
removed, and folks did say his wife
was a regular built beauty. I
guess likely she'll come by the
stage tonight.
II guess likely there she is now, :"
said Abel, who, sitting by the open
window, caught the first glimpse Of
a slender figure coming up the path.
and carrying . well-packed carpet
bag, and Mrs. Remington ran for
ward to kiss and welcome the new
conner.
Marian Chauncy was exceedingly
pretty-Mrs. Remington soon dis
covered that bright winsome lit
tic creature, with gold-brown hair,
that would curl in spite of the res.
training net, loving hazel eyes, and
tremulous red lips.
"Oh, Abel +" quoth the soft
hearted old lady, at the end of two
days, why didn't Charles wait
until he had seen Marian Chauncy
Is she not sweet-don't it seem like
a CLEAN Of sunshine in the old house
when she is tripping round"
"She is very pretty" said Mr..
Remington.
"And then," pursued the old
lady, "she' 50 handy. She knows
just where everything is kept, and
how to do everything, and she does
up my caps exquisitely, and you
should have seen how exquisitely
she drove me to meeting yesterday. ?.
Oh, Abel, ifProvidenoe had only
seen 6t to send US daughter-in-law "
like Marian Chauucy!''
Mrs. Remington's speech was
cut prematursly short by the en-
trance of the subject Of it, with her
apron full of eggs, and her hands
full Of wild flowers. ..#
Mrs. Remington" she began,
and then checking herself with ab-
ruptness-" Oh, I cannot call you
by that long formal name-may /
say mother - ...< ...-
"Ofcourse you may. my darling,
said the enthusiastic old lady. II
only wish you were my real daugh-
ter
Marian laid down her flowers and
deposited her store of pearly white
eggs in basket on the table, and
then came up to Mrs. Remington,
kneeling down and nesting her
bright head in the old lady's check
apron. --.,
"Mother," she murmured softly,
"you don't know how sweet the
word sounds. And will you always
love and cherish me, and let me Be
q real daughter to you?"
"I should be . hard hearted old
cormorant if didn't. pet," said the.
old lady, her spectacles dimmed
with tears.
In short, Marian Chauncy be-
came the light Of the farm house !;
the bright little guardian genius of
its ceiled rooms and wide, airy
halls. She read the paper to far
mer Remington she compounded
cake, jelly and syllababs, to the as
tonishment and delight of the old
lady-she kept the two old china
vases on the mantle brimming over
with q rain Of roses she knew by
instinct when to darken the room
for the cid mans afternoon nap on
the wide chintz sofa, and she was
better than ten doctors when Mrs.
Remington had one Of her bad ner-
vous headaches.
L don't see how we ever con-
trived to live without Marian" con.
tinued the old gentleman.
"But she shall never leave us. 4"
said Mrs. Remington. decidedly.
!" Marian, little bright eyes, Two
got news" called the old gentle
man, one morning, through the hall;
"leave those honeysuckles for some
one else to tie up, and come in hero.
Charles in coming home"
I" To stay, STRIP
"No, not to stay-of course his
fine city wife demands his perma-
nsnt devotion Mr.. Remington
could not help speaking with sneer
"but he will spend the day here,
on his way to New York. should
like you to see Charles-and !
should like Charles to see YOU