The Van Buren press., 1869-05-18
,1TAa.VAN BUREN, ARK, MAY IS, 1869

Sne II very PreWyf s"'" "' 1855
ington. HH ~i9' :,
1"And them pursued the old lady,
she is so handy, she knows where
everything is kept, and how to do every
thing, and she does up my caps exquisite
", and you should have seen how skill
fully she drove me to meeting yesterday
Oh, Abel, il Providence had only seen lit
to send us q daughter in-law like dear
little Marian Ylf
Mrs. Remipgton's speech was cut pre-
maturely short by the entrance OF the
subject of it, with her apron full Of eggs
and her hand full OF wild flowers.
Mrs. Remington she begun, and
then checking herself with abruptness !;
Oh, / cannot bear to call you by that
long formal name-may ! call you moth
er
"Ofcourse you may, my darling said
the enthusiastic old lady, land l only
wish you were my real daughter"
Marian had lain down her flowers and
deposited her store Of pearly Eggs on the
table, and then came up to Mrs. Reming-
ton, knecling down, and nesting her
bright head in the old lady's checked
apron.
"Mother." she murmurcd softly "you
do not know how sweet the word sounds.
And you will always love me and cherish
me, and let me be real daughter to
you"
81 should be hard hearted old cormo-
rant if didn't, pet" said the old lady,
with her spcctacles dimmed with tears.
In short Marian Chaunccy became the
light of tho old farmhouse; the bright
little guardian genius Of its low ceiled
rooms and wide airy halls. She read the
paper to farmer Remington; she CON-
pounded cake, jelly and syllabus, to the
astonishment and delight ofthc old lady
she kept the two old china vases on the
mantle brimming over with real rain OF
roses she knew by instinct just when to
darken the room for the old mans after
noon nap on the wide chintz covered so.
ia, and she was better than ten doctors
when Mrs. Remington had one Of her
bad nervous headaches.
81 really don't sec how we contrived
to live without Marian said the old gen.
tleman.
"But she shall never leave u.s." said
Mrs Memington, decidedly
Marian--little bright eyes-Tvc got
news" called the old gentleman one
morning, through the hall +" leave those
for some Que else to tie up,
and como in here. Charles is coming
home" i~
"To stay, sirt"
"No, not to stay-of course his fine
city wife demands his permanent devo-
Sion MI ueurfngtv" vvuiI not ".'r
speaking with q snecr. "But he will
spend the day here on his way to New
York. should like to SEQ Charlic--and
l should like Charlie to see you. Don't
blush-if you're not better looking than
his Fifth avenue wife, she is q paragon
among women, that's all I've got to say.
"Whcn will he be here, sir p
"In about an hour, l should judge
from this letter--Charlie always did write
an awful scrawl-m's and ms just alike
and half the time forgcts to cross his is;
but suppose that's the fashion, nova
daysw
Marian Chauncsy crcpt away to her
room to brush out the golden curls. and
adjust the blue ribbon at the throat, and
wondered shyly to herself what Charley
would say when he saw the new element
that had contrived to 50 interweavs itself
into tho old home OF his boyhood.
"But don't think he will be angry"
said Marian, in half.whisper, as she
pinned white rose into her breast, and
prepared to descend In obedience to Mrs.
Rsmington's call OF:
Marian, Marian, come down and sec
my boy"
Charles Remington stood in the mid
die Of the floor, with an arm around his
radiant little mother, while the old gen
tleman from his big easy chair, delighted.
ly watched over the tableaux, rs Marian
slowly advanced.
Charles" said Mrs. Remington beam.
ing 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 Aostcd in
perfect cascade of curls over his shoulder
"E;elyn My wife"
Mr.. Remington stared at his wife.
Mrs Remington stared At her husband.
"Hes mad" whispered the old man
" Charles" he added aloud, "you are
mistaken this is Marian ChauHoSy, our
adopted daughter
"No, sir, It is not faltercd the lady
In question, 81 am, Evelyn, your sons
wife. l have stolen into your hearts on
false pretense--but did so long for your
love. And when you sent for Marian,
who is one of my friends, l persuaded
her to remain at home, and allow me to
personatc her, just for few weeks.
Father, mothor you will not turn me out
of your affections nowi"
And you knew nothing Of this ?" de-
old Mr.. Remington Of his son.
mot word; it's Evslyn's own idea"
And Evelyn, half laughing, bali crying,
stole into her motbcr.in.law's extended
arms
"It don't seem possible that she Is the
Fifth avenue girl y said the old gentle.
man. "Come here and give me kiss,
mean.'
$50, she is our real daughter after all, '
said Mrs. Remington.
Evelyn had conquered their prcjudices
with the enchanting wand Of love.