The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1869-01-29

The Daushter-ln-law.
II never, never, will forgive
him." said old Mr.. Remington, SOL
emnly, depositing his great gold
spectacles in their green leather
case.
"Nor I, either,'' sobbed Mrs.
Remington, needless ofths unwont-
cd disorder Of her cap-stflngs.-
"To marry that bold, dashing. city
girl without so much a. waiting Tor
our permission. . -..s-
{" But you know my DEAR" sug-
gested the old gentleman, "we
shouldn't have given it to him if he
had waited half q century,"
Certainly VIC should not" said
Mrs. Remington, emphatically.-
"To think Of our only child treat
ing us SO cavalicrly-Abel, the on
ly one We have got in the world4'
"He has made his bed and must
lie on it., said the old man, stern
ly. II will never receive his gay
city bride here, and SO l shall write
to him Immediately. We are scarce
ly fine enough for . Fifth-avenue
daughter-in-law.
As he spoke, the old man picked
up crumpled letter that he had
thrown on the foor in the first par.
oxysims of his anger and smoothed
out its folds with a mechanical touch.
Why. only think of it, Abel, -
said Mrs. Remington, Mahala
Buckley served for six weeks in
this-this girls cousins family,
and she says Evlyn Sayre could
smoke little paper cigar just like
a man, and used to 60 skating with
her dress tucked up to the top Of
her boots, and drove q barouche,
with the grooms sitting behind.
and"
"Bless my soul i" interrupted
the old gentleman, his breath near.
ly taken away by the catalogue Of
enornities. BLESS my soul, you
don't cay 50. And our Charles is
married to such an amazon a. this. -
So the couple sat in the roomy
porch of the farm house, with the
Michigan roses tossing little billet.
doux into their laps. in scented
showers, and the delicious odors ot
the fresh-mown hay coming up from
the meadow fats BY the river, as
merry an old couple as you want to
see.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Charles Rom
ington, . bride of three weeks
standing, was making herself su-
premely happy At Niagara. She
sat on . fallen log. among the de-
licious shades and seclusion Of Goat
Island, that bright June day, with
the lights and shadows chasing each
other across her lovely face, and
turning her long chestnut curls to
coils Of gold, Dressed all in white.
she was fastening wreath Of wild
flowers into the ribbon of her CO.
quettich little hat, and singing
some old ballad softly to herself.
Evlyn Remington was extreme
ly handsome. Neither blonde
nor brunette, she contrived to unite
the charms of both in her rose leaf
complexion, bright hair and misty
brown eyes, and the smiles that
dimpled her fresh, scarlet lips we're
messengers straight from the heart.
Presently she was Joined by her
husband-a tall, handsome young
tellsw, in white linen suit and
graceful hat.
1.-TWO letters, Evlyn," he said,
lightly, land bad news in both. -
I" Bad newsf Oh, Charles f! !"
and the roses suddenly faded from
the brides cheek.
! Well, not 50 very bad, and yet
not pleasant
!" Read, cAR1ss1xA NAL"
He tossed into her lap . stifly
written letter. on one page of paper
signed Abel and Mary Reming-
ton,' . keen expression Of their
disapproval Of the marriage hc had
contracted, and an assertion Of their
determination never to receive his
wife IS their daughter.
Evlyn looked into her husband 9
face with her bright eyes full Of
tears.
"Ob. Charles, I am sorry"
He laughed. and quoted to her
the old scripture phrase !: "A man
shall leave his father and mother,
and cleave unto his wife"
And now don't you want to see
tho other letter, Evlyn?"
It Was : summons from the mer-
camille firm with which Charles
Remington Was connected. and
earnest sntrsaty that he would Wis.
it Central America in their interest
immediately.
!" Cool, isn't it, to request .
bridegroom to walk off In that sort
Of way? for it's too rough ! voy-
age to ask you to share il, dearest.
! leave it for you to decide-shsll
I 90 Or stay?"