National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1869-01-15

duopt. ltll tcaCn CnarleS duu HIS
stuck up wife that we're in earnest
about what we wrote and Marian
Chauncey won't have no city airs
nor graces. l am dreadful anxious
to see her. Lot was a likely looking
fellow, and my cousin twice remov-
ed, and folks did say his wife was a
regular built beauty. Iguess likely
she'll come by the stage tonight
Il guess likely there she is now,'
said Abel, who, sitting by the open
window caught the first glimpse ofa
sleuder figure coming up the path,
and carrying q we,. packed carpet
bag, and Mrs. Remington ran for
ward to kiss and welcome the new
Conner.
Marian Chauncey was exceeding
| " pretty-Mrs. Remington soon dis
covered that--a bright little win
some creature, with gold brown nair,
that would curl, in spite OF the re-
straining 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 Chauucey Is she
not sweet-dont it seem like gleam
of sunshine in the old house when
she Is tripping aroundF
'Shc is very pretty said Mr.. kem-
ington.
And then,' she is so handy. She
knows Just where everything is kept,
aud how to do everything, and she
does up my caps exquisitely, and
YOU have seen how skiltully she
drove me to meeting yesterday: Oh
Abel, if Providence had only seen
| fl It to send us IA daughter-in-law like
dear little Marian
| Mrs. Rcmington's speech was cut
prcmatuIely short by the entrance
of the subject of it, with her apron
| full of eggs aud her hands full of
wild flowers.
Mrs. Remington she began, and
then checking herself with abrupt
ness oh, cannot call you by that
long formal name -may say moth
err
'Of course you may my darling, l
only wish you were my real dauSh-
ter said the enthusiastic old lady.
Marian laid down her towels,
and deposited her store OF pearly
white eggs i'll basket on the table,
aud then came up to Mrs. Remlng
ton, kneelng down and nesting her
bright head in the old lady's check
apron.
Mother she murmured, softly,
YOU do not know how sweet the
woId sounds. And VIII You always
love me and cherish me, and let me
he real aughtct to youF
4 should lie u hard hearted Old
cormorant Il | didn't pct said the
old lady be. spectacles dimmed With
tears.
In sh ort Marian Chauncey became
the light OF the farm house the
bright little guardian genius of It's
ceilcd rooms and wide, airy halls.
She read the paper to farmer KEN
ington: she compounded cake, jelly
aud syilabubs, to the astonishmeht
and delight of the old lady-she
kept the two old china vases on the
mantle brining full with rain o.
, roses she knew ly instinct just
when To darken the room for the Ole
mans afternoon nap on the wld'
$ chintz sofa, and she was better thai
ten doctors when Mrs. Remington
! had one of the bad, nervous head
!, aches.
i really don't see how we exc
j, continued to live without Marian
said the old man.
\ But she shall! never leave us, sa:
q Mis-. Remington, decidedly.
4, Marian, little bright eyes, Iv
lr rot ncws,' called the old gcntlema
Il one morning, through the hall :
ir leave those honeys,cklcs for son
is one else to tie up, and come in her
Charles is coming hcme.'
IS TO stay. sir" =.
of sNo, not to stay--of course h
fine city wife demands his prominel
devotion'-Mr. Remington could II
he help speaking with sneer-'but
all will spend the day here on his wi
nd to New York. should like YOU
see Charles, and | should Ii
ee Charles to see you. Don't blush
if Won are not better looking tin
or. his Fifth avenue wife, she must
les "a paragon among women, that is
ri. ] have got to say
en-. when will he be heref
i'm In about an hour, should jud
from his letter-Charlic always
dc write an awful scrawl--m's and
of lust half alike, and half the time
aye gets to cross his rs; but supp
that's the fashion,
GO Marian Chauncey crept away
her room to brush out the reig
ask curls, and adjust the blue ribbor
uty the throat, and wondered slyly
uld herself what 'Charley' would {
when he saw the new element I
gitb had contrived 80 to Intervene
self into the home Of his boyboo'
my Il don't think he will be ang
said Marian, in half whisper,
,me she pinned q white rose In her DO
ed. and prepared to descend IN ol
now cncc to Mrs. Remington's call Of
non. Marian, Marian, come down
see my boy.'
ame Charles Remington stood In
, for middle Of the aocr with an