New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-09-08
GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE

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"Of all the things this is the worst If
ever in all my life expected to hear such
news! Why, our George has gone and got
married Dye hear ?"
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spectacles off her bright eyes and
dropped her letter in her lap, as she turned
round to her husband, the stout, clever old
farmer, who was cOntentedly stroking the
old white cat.
Deacon, dye hear p
gThis time when she asked the question
9bere was touch of sharpness in her voice.
yes; what if he is married? I'm sure
6ts natural enough. 1t kind O. runs III the
Samily, pears to me-
But Mrs. Clements would take no notice
Of the little pleasantly.
"Well, if you likeit can tell you don T.
lie needn't think he's coming here with his
fine, city bred lady, al airs and arlces, and
fiounces and Huted ruffles. There's plenty
Of good girls heFeabout that wanted him
Right in the middle of work, too to talk
Of bringing a lady here in hog KILN time
do declare, / think George is a fool"
A graceful, dainty little lady, in a garnet
Joplin and runled apron, with a small,
proudly poised head, covered with short,
dusky curls, and pair OF dark blue eyes,
so wistfully and tender, a tiny rosebud OF
mouth and dimple in one pink cheek
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was it
any wonder that George had fallen in love
with her.
She sat in the bright little parIor close
Beside the lace-Curtained window, watch
ing for the loved husbands return; and
then, when she heard the click of the latch
key in the hall, flew for the welcome kiss
Haven't you the letter this time. George2
I've felt sure of it all day. Indeed, I've
quite decided what dresses to take with
me
lie smiled and shook his head. A cloud
passed over her pretty face
"Oh, George. isn't it too bad! And / do
believe oh. l do believe they won't write
because they are sorry you married mel
He put his arm around her neck
'And supposing such to be the case, do
you think it would make any difference to
me-"
ooh, no. no! only it would grieve me so
II knew had alienated your own parents
from you"
And one-sided alienation it would be.
too They have never seen you; and when
they know you they can't help loving you"
ooh! GeOrger
The exclamation was caused by the kiss
accompanying his loving fattery
That's true as preaching. by the by.
my dear, what would you say if the firm
sent me off on travelling tour of six
weeks2'
A little dismayed cry answered him
You won't stay here alone, eh7 But,
Marion, it would be five hundred dollars
clear gain to u.s..
What need we care for money? I'd
rather have you
A mischievous smile played on the Young
mans lips. He was more matter-offact
than this romantic, tender little wife of his.
81 think the addition to our balance at
the bank would be very consoling for the
absence. But never mind, little pet. Let's 90
down to dinner. | hope well get letter
from home sOon.'
And soon 1t was, for Marion snatched it
from his coat pocket the very next night
But her husbands face looked very grave
ana stern, and his eyes looked angry when
sne looked gleefully over the envelope.
MY dear, you must remember care very
little Tor what the letter contains. Remeni-
Der did not write it; that you are dearer |
TO me than ever before. Kiss me first. while |
/ watch you"
A little ang of misdoubt troubled her !
when she glanced over the note: then tears
stole from under her lashes, and Georra So
her tender mouth culver and tremble then
when she had finished it she laid her head |
down on his shoulder and cried.
lit was cruel to let you see it, my wound |
ed birdie. Let me burn it, And don't |
forget, darling, what our Bible says that |
a man shall leave father and mother and |
cleave to his wife. You are my precious |
wife, Marion, and to you l turn for all the |
happiness my life viii ever hold"
He dried her tears, and then they talked
1t over.
just because am city-bred she thinks
am lazy, and naughty, and dainty, 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, know | should love him, and your
mother. too, if she would let me-"
''We0will invite them down when come
home. BY the way, Marion, will stop at
the farm on my way home and invite them
down, and bring them home with me-"
George, dear, l have been thinking
about that trip West. think you had bet,
ter go, and leave me at home. 1t won't be
SO long"
Marion was eating her egg while she
spoke across the cosy little tete-a-tete break
fast table.
Spoken like my true lite Marion. and
when come back I'll bring you a present.
What shall it be 7"
"Your mother and father, from the farm.