Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1871-11-10

A little dismayed cry answered him.
"You wouldn't STAY here all alone, ell !?
But Marion, it would be five hundred
dollars clear gain to us"
"What ed 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.
/ think the accession to our balance
at the bankers would be very consoling
for the absence. But never mind, little
pet. Let's so down TO dinner, / do hope
we'll get letter from home soon"
| And soon it vas, for Marion snatched
it from his coat pocket the very next
night. Blu: her husbands face was very
grave and stern, and his eyes looked an
cry when she laughed gleefully over the
envelope.
My dear, you must remember | care
little for what that letter contains. Re
member l did not write it that you are
dearer to me than ever before. Kiss me
first, than read it while / watch you"
A little pang of misdoubt troubled her
when she glanced over the short, cramp-
ed note; then the tears stole from under
the lashes, aud George saw her tender
mouth quiver and tremble then, when
she had finished she laid her head down
on his shoulder and cried
1t was cruel to let you see it, my
wounded birdie. Let me burn it. And
don't forget darling, what our Bible says,
that man shall leave father and moth
er and cleave to his wife, You are my
precious wife, Marion, and TO you / turn
for all the happiness my life will ever
hold"
He dried her tears and then they talk.
ed it over.
Just because l am city bred, she
J thinks l am lazy, and naughty and dirty
and"
"Never mind, Marion, she will find
out some day. My father"
Yes, bless the old man! He has al
ded; Ny love to my daughter Marion
Oh, knew should love him, and your
mother too, if she would only let ne.
We will invite them down when
come home. BY the way, Marion, vii
stop at the farm on my way home, and
bring them back"
George, dear, l have been thinking
about that trip west. | think you haC
better 60, and leave me at home. L
won't be SO very long"
Marion was eating her egg while she
spoke across the cozy little tete a tett
breakfast table
"Spoke like my true little Marion
and when come back I'll bring you s
present. What shall it be ?"
Your mother and father from tht
farm. 1t shall be that hope that shall
bear me company while you're gone"
! A fortnight after that, Marion Glen
: ents ate her breakf fast alone the traces
of tear or so ON her pink cheeks, ther
! she dashed them away, with merry
] Joyous little laugh.
"This will never do, and now that
: George has gone for six weeks, to pre-
pare for his return. And pray Heav
en- it may be such coming home as
) shall delight bis very soul"
x y
"Tm sure | don't know what to say
The land knows l need help bad enuf
but it pears to me such little midget
as you couldn't airn your salt What
dye say your name was ?"
MARY Smith. And indeed, if you'll
try me for only a week, I'm sure you'll
keep me till the seasons over"
Mrs. Clements looked out of the win
, dow, at the gray clouds that were piline
gloomily up; aud then the wind gave 6
+. great wailing shrek around the corners
$ of the house.
"You can't cook ken you or shake
up feather beds-good big ones, fort,
, pounders?'
!, A gleeful little laugh came from
, Mary's lips.
Indeed, can. may not cook tc
: suit you but | can learn"
Mrs. Clemer is walked out to the huge
/, open fireplace in the kitchen, where the
. Deacon was shelling corn,
What dye say, Deacon Keep her
or not? / kind o like her looks, and th,
dear knows it would be good lift while
: we're KILN, if she couldn't Go more'r
set toe table, or make the mush for the
bread"
take her, of course Hammer. You
are hard driv', | know. Let her stop 8
week or so, any how"
co Mrs. Clements came slowly back
and sat down again.
, "You cant git away tonight, any