The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-11-04

'Oh, George!
And the exclam alton Was caused |
by the kiss accompanying the low
ing flattery.
That's true as preaching. By |
the by, my dear, what would you
say IL the firm sent me OF on q
travelling tour of six weeks2'
A little dismayed cry answered
him.
You wouldn't stay here all alone,
eh? But, Marion, it will be five
hundred dollars clear gain to US
what need we care for money!
I'd rather have you
A mischievous smile played on
the young mans lips; he was more
matter of fact than this romantic,
tender little wife of his. :.
Il think the accession to our bal
arce at the bankers would be very
consoling for the absence. BIT
meyer mind, little pet. Let's go
down to dinner. I do hope we'll
get letter from home soon.
And soon it was; for Marion
snatchcd it form his pocket the very
next night. But her husbands face
was very grave and stern, and his
eyes looked angry when she laugh
ed gleefully over the envelope.
MY dear, you must remember
care littl lie for what that contains.
Remember l did not write it; that
you are dearer to me than ever be-
lore Kiss me first; then read it,
while l watch YOU
A little pang Of misdoubt troub-
led her, when she glanced over the
short, crampcd note; then the tears
stole from under her lashes, and
George saw her,tender mouth quiv.
er and trembie; then, when she had
finished it, he laid her heal on his
shoulder and cried.
1T was cruel to let you see it, my
wounded birdie. Let ne burn it.
And don't forget darling, what our
Bible says, that man saall leave
father and mother and cleave to his
wife. You are my precious wife,
Marion, and 10 you l turn for all
the happiness my life will ever
hold tar
4 He dried her tears, and they talk.
ed it ell over.
just because l am city bred, she
thinks l am lazy and naughty and
dirty, and
Never mind, Marion. She will
find out some day. My father
Yes, bless the dear old man! He
has added my love to my
daughter Marion. Oh, I knew
should love him, and your mother
too. if she would only let me-
We willinvite them down when
I I come home; by the way, Marion,
l will sop at the farm on my way
home, and bring them back, viii
she, will she,'-
George, dear, Ihave been think
ing about that trip west. / thinl
you had better go, and leave me q
home. 1t won't be so very long.
Marion was eating her egg while
she spoke across the cozy littl'
tete-a-tete breakfast table.
Spoken like my true little Mari
on; and when l come back, II
bring you present, what shall i
be?.
! Your father and mother from
, the farm. 1t shall be that hop
|, will bear me company while yo,
. are gone
/. A fortnight after that Mariol
: Clements ate her breakfast alone
the traces of a tear or 80 on he
pink cheeks; then she dashed then
+ away, with a merry, joyous littl
laugh.
: This win never do; and no,
tha. George has gone for six weeks
TO prepare for his return. And
pray H eaven it may be such a CON
ing home as shall delight his yer
soul
3 'I'm sure I don't know what I
> say. The land knows l Deed hel
0 bad enough; but it pears 70 m
such a slender little midget as yo
/ couldn't airn your salt. What d'y
/. say your name was 2
!. Mary Smith. And indeed,
/ you will try me for only a weel
I'm sure You will keep me till th
| seasons over
J. Mrs Clements looked out Of til
e window at the gray clouds tn.
we're piiing gloomily up; and the
the wind gave great wailin
d shrek around the corners Of th
/. house.
/, 'Yon can't cook ken your Z
q shake up feather heds-good bi
= ones, forty ponnders2'
t A gleeful little laugh came frol
( | MTy's lips
Indeed | can. may not COO
}. to suit you, but I can learn. s
l. Mrs. Clements walked out to Il
huge open fireplace in the kitchel
- where the Deacon was shellin
d corn.
what dye say, Deacon? Kee
q her or not? l kind o like b,
: looks, and the dear knows it 'ud b
= q good lift while we're killin',
she couldn't do more than set Il
), table or make the mush for Il
l bread.
d Take her, of course, Hammer
You are hard driv', / know. L
her stop week or so. any how
+ So Mrs. Clements came slow
back and sat down again.
d You can't git away night.sr
y way. There's snow-storm bee
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