Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1872-01-13
GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.

GEUkGE CLEMEN1S WIFE,
"Of all things this is the worst II
| ever in all my life expected to heal
such news. Why, our Georges gone
and got married dye hear?'
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel,
bowed spectacles off her bright eyes and
dropped the 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?'
This time, when she asked the question
there was touch of sharpness in her
voice.
eyes whatif 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
lice of the little pleasantly.
"Well if you like it, | can tell you |
don't. He needn't think he's coming
here with his fine citifed lady, all airs
and graces, and tlounces and futed
rutfles. There's plenty of good girls
hereabouts that wanted him. Right in
the middle of work, too! to talk O.
bringin' lady here in hog killing
time! / do declare, think George is a
fool p
A graceful, dainty little lady, in gar
net porlin and ruffled apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered with
short, dusky curls, pair of darkest blue
eyes, SO wistful and tender, tiny rose
bud of mouth, dimple in one pink
cheek.
That was Miss Marion Clement. 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 return,
and then when she heard the click of the
latch-l key in the hall, flew for the well
come kiss.
"Have not you the letter this time,
George? I've felt so sure of it all day.
Indeed, Eve quite decided what dresses
to take with me-"
He smiled as he shook his head.
A cloud suddenly came over her pretty
face.
go, George isn't it too bad? And
do believe-O, do believe they won't
write, beside they are sorry you married
me-"
He put his arm around her neck.
"And supposing such should be the
case, do you think it would make any
difference to me?''
"Oh, no no only it would grieve me
so if | knew | had alienated your own
parents from you"
"And a onesided alienation it would
be, tool They never have seen you ?
And when they know you, they can't
help loving you"
ooh, George !"
And the exclamation was caused by
the kiss accompanying his loving flat
terry.
"That true as preaching. By the
by, my dear, what would you say if the
firm sent me off on travelling tour of
SIX weeks?"
A little dsmayed cry answered him.
"You wouldn't stay here alone, eh ?
But, Marion, it would be $500 clear gain
to u.s."
"What need we care for money? I'd
rather have you y
A mischievous smile played on the
young mans lips; he was more matter
ottact than this romantic, tender little
wife of his.
9 | think the accession of our balance
at the bankers would be very consoling
for the absence. But never mind, lit.
tie pet. Let's 20 down to dinner.
do hope Well get letter from home
soon.'
Andsoon it was for Marion snatched
1t from his coat pocket the very next
night But her husbands face looked
very grave and stern, and his eyes look
ed angry when she laughed gleefully
over the envelope.
My dear, you must remember | care
little for what the letter contains. Re
member, 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 short
crumpled note: then tears stole dowr
under her lashes, and George say
her tender mouth quiver and tremble
then, when she had finished it, sh,
laid her head down on his shoulder anc
cried.
81 was cruel to let you see it, m,
wounded birdie. Let me burn it. Antt
don't forget, darling, what our Bibl
says, that man shall leave father ant
my precious wife, Marion, and to you
turn for all the happiness my life will
ever hold"
He dried her tears, and then the,
talked it over.
"Just because l am city bred, sh
thinks am lazy, and naughty and dir
ty, and"
Never mind, Marion. She will fin,
out some day. My father"
Yes, bless the dear old man II,
added: Ny love to my daughter
and your mother, too, if she would lie
me-"
awe will invite them down when
come home. By the way, Marion,
will stop at the farm on my way hom,
and bring them back will she, will
she,"-
"George, dear, have been thinking