The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1872-12-18

I liC ata4 O4tA Itt
has added. MY love TO my daught.
| er Marion Oh, / know / should
love him, and your mother, too, il
she would let me-"
I'VE will invite them down when
come home. BY The way, Marion,
will stop at the farm on my way
home, aud invite them down, and
bring them home. with me-
George dear, | have been thinking
about that trip West. / think YOU
had better go and leave me at home.
Ii won't he very long"
Marion was eating her egg while
she spoke across the cozv little iete-a-
tete breakfast table
spoken like my true little Marion,
and when | come back I'll bring you
present What shall it be p
Your mother and father from the
farm. Il shall be that hope that will
bearme company when you are gone y
4 fortnight after that Marion
Clements ate her breakfast alone, the
traces of a tear or so on her pink
cheek; then she dashed them away
with q merry joyous little laugh.
This will never DO, and now that
George has gone for six weeks, TO
prepare for his return. And | pray
heaven it shall be sneh return that
shall delight his very soul"
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I'm sure don't know what to saw.
The land knows need help bad
enough, bat ii pears 20 me such a
slender little midget as YOU couldn't
earn your salt. What did you say
your name was Z"
Mary Smith. And indeed if YOU
will try me for week, I'm sure you
will keep me till the season is over
Mrs. Clements looked out of the
window at the great clouds that We're
piling gloomily up; and then the
wind gave a great wailing shrek
around the corners of the house.
/ You can't cook, can you or
shake up feather beds-good big
ones, forty FOUNDERS"
A gIeeful little laugh came from
Mary's lips.
" Indeed | can / may not cook
to suit you, but | can learn
Mrs. Clements walked ogt to the
huge ere place in the kitchen where
the Geacon was sheliing corn.
what dye say deacon: keep her
ornotl | kind o Ike her looks, and
the dear knows il 'ud be q good liit
while we'er kiln, if she couldn't do
morc'n set the table or make
mush for the bread"
Take her of course, Hannah.
You're hard driv' / know. Let her
stay week or so. anyhow"
So Mrs. Clements came slowly
back and sat down again.
You can't get away 10 night, any
how: there's snow-storm been
brewin' these three days, and it's on
US now, sure enough. See them ere
lakes, fine and thick You may as
wen take your>things up stairs to the
west garret, and then come down
and help me get supper
Then she followed directions 10
the west garret; and when she was
gone, Mrs. Clements turned to the
deacon: " / never saw a girl before
I'd trust up stairs alone But such
as her don't steal /; / can tell
you that if nothing else
Directly she came down in a pur-
pie print dress and white apron her
hair brushed of from her face into a
net; and narrow linen collar. fast
ened with sailors loop of narrow
black ribbon 1t seemed as if she
had life, too, 50 handily she fitted in
and ont Of the big pantry and then
down to the cellar Then afte- the
meal, she gathered the dishes in a
neat, silent way, that waspcrfeet bliss
TO Mrs Clements ears
"She's determined to earn her
bread, anyhow; and like her turn,
too
And the deacon had taken a
shine to Mary Smith One by one
the DAYS wore on; the hog killing
was over and done long strings of
sausage hung in fantastic rings ar
ranged by Msry's deft fingers; sweet
hams and shoulders were piled away
in true housewiiely manner, and now
Mary and Mrs. Clements were sit
ting in the sunny dining-room, darn
ing, patching and mending.
don't know what am going
to do without You Mary; 7 dread to
see you pack up your clothes"
A blush of pleasure oyerspread
Mary's face
Il am so glad you have been suit
ed with my work Indeed | have
tried"
1t amt the work altogether,
though goodness knows, you're the
smartesi gal Eve seen this many
dav. As | say, it amt the work
is YOU Mary. I've got to thinking
heap of you-me and the deacon"
Mary's voice trembled at the kind
ness Of the old lady's tone but she
sewed rapidly On.
It's so uncommon lonesome since
the boy left the farm, but it's worse
since be got married. 1t seems Ike
deserting Us altogether"
Have YOU a son , You never
mentioned him"
mo. George has gone his way
and we must go ours. Yes-he mar
ried one of those crack-headed board
ing house people, who can't tell the
difference between a rolling pin
and a milk pan"
But despite her scorn, Mrs. Glenn
ents dashed of the tears with her
brown fist
is his wife prettys l suppose
YOU love her dearly"
Il don't know anything about her,
and never want TO know. He's left
US for her, too, Mary, just turn them
cakes around seems as if they were
burning" Il
When Mary had turned the cakes,
Mrs. Clements was leaning on the
arm of her chair
Mary, supposin, you stay ON with
US another month anyhow. The
deacon will make it all right" L
at isn't the money | care for Mrs.