The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1872-10-11
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A Beautiful Domestic Story,
From tbe Woman,s Journal


A Beautiful Domestic Story.
From The Woman's Journal.
"Of all things, this is the worst. /
ever in all my life expected to heal
such news! Why, our George has gone
and got married! Do you hear ?n
Good Mrs. Clements pushed hel
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?"
This time, when she asked the cues
ton, there was touch of sharpness in
her voice.
Eyes; what if he is married? I'm
Sure it's natural enough. 1t kind q
runs in the family, pears to me. ~
But Mrs. Clements would take nc
notice of the little pleasantly.
"Well, if you like it, can tell YOU ]
don't. He needn'U think he's coming
here, with his fine city-bred lady. all
airs and graces, and flOunces and fiuted
ruffies. There's plenty of good girls
hereabout that wanted him. Right in
the middle of work, too! to talk OF
bringing a lady here in hog-killin'
time. L do declare think George is a
foolw
=
A graceful, dainty little lady, i'm a
garnet poplin and ruffied apron, with
a small, proudly-poised head, covered
with short, dusky curls, and pair OF
dark blue eyes, so wistful and tender,
a tiny rosebud of a mouth, and a dim.
pie in one pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements.
Was it any wonder that George had
fallen in love with herl
She sat i'm her bright little parlor.
close beside the lace-curtained window,
watching for her loved husbands re-
turn; and then, when she heard the
click of the latch-key in the hall, flew
for the welcome kiss.
"Havn't you got the letter this time,
Georgei pve felt 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? And 1
do believe-oh! do believe they
won't write because they are sorry you
married me-"
He put his arm around her neck.
Sand supposing such to be the case,
do you think it would make any diff
ference to me?''
"Ob, MOI no! only it would grieve
me so If l knew 1 had alienated your
parents from you."
"And a one-sided alienation it would
t>sa
And when they know you they can't
help loving you"
90, George!n
And the exclamation was caused by
the kiss accompanying his loving fiat
terry.
"That's true as preaching. BY the
by, my dear, what would you say il
the firm sent me off on a travelling
tour of six weeks?n
A little dlsmayeG cry answered him
"YoJ won't stay here alone, eh
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 mat
ter-of-fact than this romantic, tender
little wife of his.
81 think the addition to our balance
at the bankers would be very consol
ing for the absence. But never mind
little pet. Let's go down to dinner.
! hope we'll get a letter from home
SoOn."
And soon it was; for Marion snatch
| ed it from his coat pocket the very
next night. But her husbands face
was very grave and stern, and hi,
eyes looE ed angry when she looked
gleefully over the envelope.
"My dear, you must remember
care very little for what that lettel
contains. Remember, ] did not write
it; that you are dearer to me than evel
before. Kiss me, first, while L 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
quiver and tremble; then, when she
had finished it, she laid her head down
on his shoulder and cried.
at was cruel to let you see it, my
wounded birdie. Let me burn it. AnC
don't forget, darling, what the Bible
avs, that man shall leave father anC
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 I am city bred, she
thinks l am lazy, and naughty, ant
dainty, and"
"Never mind, Marion. She viii
find out some day. My father"
ayes, bless the dear old man! He
has added: My love to my daughter
Marion Oh, / know l should iov,
him. and your mother, too, if she
would let me-"
| ave will invite them down, wher
come home. By the way, Marion,
will stop at the farm on my way home
and invite them down, and briu,
them home with me-"
"George, dear, have been thinking
about that trip West. / think you hao
better 60, and leave me at home.
won't be so very long"
Marion was eating her egg whil'
she spoke across the cosy little tete-a
tete breakfast table.
Spoken like my true little Marion
and when /. come back I'll bring yo'
a present. What shall it be ?"
'Hoar mother and father from tn
farm. 1t shall be that hope that will
bear me company when you are gone.
A fortnight after that Marion Gle
ments ate her breakfast alone, tn
traces of a tear or so on her pinl
cheek; then she dashed them ava,
with a merry, joyous little laugh.
"This will never do, and now tina
George has gone for six weeks, {
prepare for his return. And / pra
heaven it shall be such a coming q
shall delight his very soul.