The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-10-04

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-"
"Georee, dear. have been thinking
about that trip West. | think you had
better go, and leave home. IL won't be
so very long,"
Marion was eating her egg while she
spoke across the coy little tete-a.tete
breakfast table.
"Spoken like my true little Marion,
and when | come back I'll bring you a
present. What shall it be 2"
Your father and mother from the
farm. 1t shall be that hope will bear
me company when you are gone"
A fortnight after that Marion Gle
ments ate her breakfast alone, the traces
OF tear or so on her pink cheek then
she dashed them away with a merry,
joyous little laugh.
"This will never do, and now that
George has gone for six weeks, to pre-
pare for his return. And pray Heaven
II shall be such a coming as shall de-
light his very SOUL"
| "Fm sure don't know what to saw.
The land knows l need help bad
enough, but it pears to me such a slen-
der little midget as you couldn't earn
your salt What did you say your name
was p
Mary Smith. And indeed if YOU
will try me for week, am sure you
will keep me till the seasons over"
Mrs Claimants L. al -~,,x 80 = I. 49,.
dow at the great clouds that were png
gloomily up; and then the wind gave a
great wailing shrek around the corners
of the house.
You can cook, ken you? or shake |
up feather beds-good big ones, forty
pounders?'
A gleeful little laugh came from
Mary's lips.
. Indeed I can. may not cook to
suit you, but can learn
Mrs. Clements walked out in the
large open fireplace in the kitchen
where the Deacon was Smelling corn.
What dye say, Deacon keep her or
not? | kind o. like her looks, and the
dear knows it nd be good lift while
we're KILN, if she couldn't do more'n
set the table or make mush for the
bread"
Take her, of course, Hannah. You
are hard driv' know. Let her stop
week or so anyhow"
So Mrs. Clements came slowly back
and sat down again.
You can't get away tonight, any.
how !; there's snow storm been a brew.
in these three days. and it's on us now,
sure enough. See them ere flakes. fine
md thick. You may as we'll take your
things up stairs to the west garrett, and {
hen come down and help me get sup.
per-
Then followed directions to the west
,arret, and when she was gone, Mrs.
dement's turned to the Deacon: t
| neversaw girl before I'd trust up {
tairs alone. But such as her don't
teal; | can tell you that if nothing .
'lse.'
Directly she came down in a purple -
'rint dress and white apron her hair
off from her face into n let; n
ARROW linen collar, fastened with a 5
ailor's hoop of narrow black ribbon.
1t seemed as if she had life, too; O,
andily she fitted in and out of the biz 4;
antry and then down the cellar. T"
Then after the meal, she gathered
ne dishes in a neat, silent way, that CT
'as perfect bliss to Mrs. Clements ears, v,
"She's determined to earn her bread IL
nyhow; and like her turn too.n
And the Deacon had "taken a shine" =
D Mary Smith. -
One by one the days wore on; the =,
cg killing was over and done; long -
rings of sausages were hung in fantas.
c rings, arranged by Mary's def a
ngers; sweet hams and shoulders al
ere piled away in true, housewifely tn
tanner, and now Mary and Mrs.
lements were sitting in the sunny ei
ning-room, darning, patching, and m
ending. ~
C don't know what am going to do
ithout you, Mary. / dread to see you !,
ack up your ciothes.r ns
A blush Of pleasure overspread Mary's =;
ce. "a
~ am so glad you have been suited -
ith my work. Indeed I've tried" d
=" 1t amt the work altogether, though =
knows, you're the smartest gal 70
We seen this many day. As | say, it Oh
mt the work, it's you, Mary. I've got
thinking heap Of you-me and the We
eacon." wi
Mary's voice trembled at the kind tw
IS OF the old lady's voice, but she ha
wed rapidly on.
"lts uncommon lonesome like tr,
ace the boy left the farm; but it's Ca
'rse yet since he got married. 1t tic
ems like deserving us altogether" M
" Have you son? You never men. m,
med him."
" No, George has gone his way and Lr
must 60 ours. Yes, he married a.
e of those crack.headed boarding -
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