The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-06-13
Chr family Circle.
George Clements Wife.
BIZ MARY REED cRowELL.

Good Mrs. Clements pushed he
steel bowed spectarles of her briglf
eyes, and dropped her letter IL he
lap, $ she turned around to he
husband, the stout clever old farm
s erwho was contented by strokiul
the old white cat
Deacon dye hearY'
This yime when she asked tn
fquestion, there was a touch of sharp
ness in hervOice.
Yes, what if he is married? Tn
sure its natural enough. 1t kind O
runs in the family, pears to me-"
But Mrs. Clements would take no
notice of the little pleasantly.
well, if you like it, l can tell you
l don't He Heedn' th nix he's com.
ing here, with his fine city breI lazy,
all airs and graces, and fouuces and
auted ruiiles. There plenty OF
good girls hereabouts that wanted
hIm. Right in the middle of work,
toe to talk Of bringing q lady here
in hog KILN time! do declare, /
think George is a fool
A graceful, dainty little lady, in a
garnet poplin and rufiled apron,
with a small, proudly poised head,
covered with short dusty curls, Il
pair of dark blue eyes, SO wistful
and tender, a tiny rose bud Of a
mouth, and dimple in one pink
/ cheek
That was Mrs. Marion Clements.
/ Was it any wonder that George had
lallcn in love with her?
She sat in the bright little parlor
close beside the lace -cutained win
dow watching foI the loved hus
! bands return; and then when she
| heard the click o. the latch-key in
the hall, flew for the welcome kiss.
Haven YOU the letter this time,
| George! I've felt so sure Of it all
uav. Indeed I've quite decided
what dresses to take with me-"
He smiled as be shook his head.
a cloud passed over her pretty
face.
80 George, isn't it too bad? And
| do hclieve-oh, do believe they
won't write because they are sorry
vau 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 il l knew l had alenated
your own parents from YOU
And a one-sijed alienation it
would be, too! They have never
seen you! And when they know
YOU theT cant help loving you"
oh, Geo ger'
And the exclamation was caused
by the kiss accompanying his lov-
ing tlattery.
That's true as preaching. B.,
the by, my dear, what would you
say il the firm sent me Oft on a tray
cling tour of six weeksY'
4 little dismayed cry answered
him.
You wouldn't stay here alone, eh?
But, Marion, it would be five hun
dred clear gain to us
"What neel we care for money?
I'd rather lave YOU"
A mischievous smiIn played upon
/ the young man lips; he was NOR,
matter uf fact than this romantic,
/ tender little wife of his.
Il think the addition t. our h J.
/ aucc ut the bankers would he very
I couso.ing for the alb -cIcc. But new
e. mind, little pet. Let's 90 down
t. dinner. l hope We i get a letter
from home soon
And soon it was; for Marion
/ snatched it from his coat pocket the
Y ry mcknight. But her husbands
face looked very grave and stern,
and his eyes looked angry when she
/ looked gleefullv over the envelope.
My dear. You must remember,
care but little for what the letter
contains. Remember did not write
/ it; that YOU are dcarcr to me than
ever before. Kiss me first while l
watch You"
a Iittle pang Of misdoubt troub-
led her, when she glanced over the
note: then tears stole from under
her lashcs. and George saw her ten
der mouth quWer and trembIe; then
when she had finished it she lajd
her head down on his shoulder and
cried.
1t was cruel to let on see it, my
wounded birdie. Let me burn it.
And don't forget, darling, what ou
Bible says, that a man shall leave
father and mother a~d cleave to his
wife. You are my precious wife,
Marion, and TO you l turn for all the
happiness my life will hold"
lie dried her tears, and then they
talked it over.
just because l am city bred, she
thinks l am lazy and naughty and
iirt,, amt"
'.Never mind, Marion. She will
find out some day, My rather-'
Yes, bless the dear old man! He
has added: my love to ny daugh
ter Marion" Oh, l know | should
love him, and your mother to', II
She would let me.
we will invite them down when
come home. BY the way, Marion,
I will stop at the farm on my way
home and invite them down, and
bring them back with me. -
~George. dear, / have been think
ing about that trip west. think
vou had better 60, and leave home
Ii won't be SO very long.
Marion was eating her egg while
she spoke across the cozy little tetes
a-tete breakfast table.
Spoken ike nv true little Ma
rioa, and when | come back 10
bring you a present What shall II
5e?
"Your mother and father from
the farm. Il shall be taat hope that
aill bear me company Will you are
gone
A fortnight after that M9rion
Clemers ate be breakfast alone,
tn traces Of a tear or so ln her
pink cheeks. then she dashed them
away with Il merry joyous little
fouoh