The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-10-17
GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.

GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.
''Of all the things, this is the worst
If I ever in all my life expected to hear
such news Why, our George has gone
and got married Dye bear?'
Good Mrs. Clement 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 contentedly
stroking the old white cat.
Deacon, dye hear p
This time when she asked the ques-
ton, there was a touch of sterness in her
voice.
Yes; 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 the little bit Of pleasantly
"Well, if you like it, | can tell you |
don't. He needn't think he's coming
here, with his fine, city-bred lady, all
airs ana graces, and founces and futed
ruffies: There's plenty of good girls
hereabout that wanted him. Right in
the middle of work, too To talk of
bringing lady here in hog killing time
do declare, l think George is fool p
A graceful. dainty little lady, in a
garnet poplin and rufaed apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered with
short, dusky curls, and a pair OF dark
blue eyes, SO Wistful and tender, d tiny
rosebud Of a mouth, and a dimple in
each pink cheek.
That was Mrs Marion Clements. Was
1t any wonder that George had fallen In
love with her?
She sat in tie bright little parlor, close
beside the lace curtaIned window, watch
ing for the loved husbands return; and
then, when she heard the click of the
latch-key in the hall, few tor the well
come kiss.
"Havn't you the letter this time,
George? I've felt sure ofitall day. In
deed, I've quite decided what dresses to
take with me-"
He smiled and shook his head.
A cloud passed over her pretty face.
.'Oh, George, is Mt it too bad? And
I do believe-oh, ] do believe they
won't write because they are sorry you
married me.
He put his arm around her neck.
And supposing such be the case, do
you think it would make any difference
to me?
:Oh, no no no only it would grieve
me SO if | knew [ had alienated your
own parents FROM you
And one sided alienation it would
be, toe They have never seen you:
and when they know you they can't help
loving YOU
''Oh, Georgel"
And the exclamation vas caused by
the kiss accompanying his loving flat
terry,
That's true as preaching. By the by
my dear, what would you say if the firm
sent nae off on travelling tour cf six
weeks?"
\ little dismayed CRY answered him.
GU won stay here alone, Ell? But
Marion, it would be FIVE hundred dollars
clear gain to US.
What need we care for money? Id
rather have you
4 mischievous smile played on the
young mans lips; he was more matter
of fact than this tender, romantic little
wife OF his.
L think the addition TO our balance
at the bankers would be very consoling
for the absence. But never mind, little
pet. Let's go down to dinner. | hope
wen get letter from home soon."
And soon it was, for Marion snatched
it 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 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 oyer the note; then
tears stole from under the lashes, and
George saw her tender mouth culver and
tremble; then, when she had finished
it, she laid her head 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 s. man shall leave father and moth
er, and cleape to his wife. You are my
precious wife. Marion, and to you ] turn
for all the happiness my life will eyer
hold.
lie dried her tears, and then they
talked it over.
Just because l am city-bred, she
thinks | am lazy, naughty, and dainty,
AID"
Never mind. Marion she will find
out some day. My father
Eyes. bless the dear old man. He
has added Ny love to my daughter
Marion. Oh, | know l should love
him, and your mother too, if she would
let me.
I'VE will invite them down when l
come home. By the way. Marion, I'll
stop at the farm on my way home. and
invite them them down, aud bring them
home with me.
George, dear, [ have been thinking
of that trip west. [ think you had bet
ter go and leave me at home. 1t won't
be SO very long.
Marion was eating her egg while she
spoke across the cosy little tete-a-tete
breakfast table.
Spoken like my true little Marion,
ant when | come back. III bring you
present. What shall it be ?''
Your father and mother from the
farm 1t shall be that hope that shall
bare me company VIXEN you are gone. )"
4 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 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 1t
shall be such a coming as shall delight
his very SOUL