The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1872-10-04
GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.

GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.
"0f all things, this is the worst If
| ever in all my life expected to hear
such news Why, our George is gone
and got married. Dye hear 2"
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spectacles off her bright eyes,
and dropped her letter in her lap, as
she turned around to her husband, the
stout, clever old farmer, who was con-
tentedly stroking the old white cat
"Deacon, dye hear2"
This time, when she asked the ques-
ton, there was touch of sharpness in
her voice.
ayes, what if he is married I'm
sure it's natural enough. 1t kind O.
runs in the family, pears to me-"
But Mrs. Clements would take no no.
tice of this little pleasantly.
"Well, if you like it, can tell you 1
don't. He needn't think he's coming
here, with his fine city. bred lady, all
airs and graces, and founces and huted
rutfles. There's plenty of good girls
hereabouts that wanted him. Right in
the middle of work, too to talk of
bringing lady here in hogkillin'
time do declare, 1 think George is
a fool ~
A graceful, dainty little lady, in a
garnet poplin and ruffied apron, with
small, proudly poised head, covered
with short, dusky curls, and pair of
dark blue eyes so wistful 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 parlor,
close beside the lace-curtained window,
watching for the loved husbands re.
turn: 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,
George I've felt so sure of it all day.
Indeed, I've quite decided what dresses
to take with me-"
He smiled and shook his head.
A cloud passed over her pretty face.
80, George, isn't it too bad a.? And |
do believe-oh, | do believe they won't
write because they are sorry you mar
ried me-"
lie put his arm around her neck.
"And supposlng such to be the case
do you think it would make any differ.
ence to me?"
"Oh, no! mol only it would grieve
me so if | knew | had alienated YOUR
own parents from you"
"And a one-sided alienation it would
be, too! They have never seen YOU !
And when they know you they can't
help loving YOU"
80, Georgel"
And the exclamation was caused by
the kiss accompanying this loving fat
terry.
That's true as preaching. By the
by, my dear, what would you say If the
tirm sent me off on a travelling tour of
six weeks?'
A little dismayed cry answered him.
You won't stay here alone. eb2
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
oi'tact than this romantic, tender little
wife of his.
think the addition TO our balance
at the bankers would be very consoling
Tor the absence. But never mind, little
pet. Let's go down to dinner. | hope
we'll get letter from home soonlr
And soon it was; for Marion snatched
1T from his coat pocket the very next
night. But her hush ind's face looked
very grave and stern, and his ewes
looked angry when she looked gleefully
over the envelope.
My dear, you must remember care
very little for what the letter contains.
Remember did not write it that you
are dearer to me than ever before. Kiss
me, first, while | watch you"
A little pang OF misdoubt troubled
her when she glanced over the note ;
then tears stole from under her lashes,
and George saw her tender mouth
culver and tremble; then when she
had finished il, 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
mother, 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
talked it over.
Just because am city.bred, she
thinks | 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: Ny love to my daughter
Marion Oh, | know | should love
him, and your mother, too, if she would
let me-"
We will 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-"