Wilmington daily commercial., 1872-08-06

inc was over and done long strings OF aausa-
ges hung In fantastic rings, arranged by
Mary's deft fingers; sweet hams and shoul-
ders were piled away in true housewifey
manner, and now Mary and Mrs. Clements
were sitting in the sunny dining room, darn
ing, patching, and mending.
81 don't know what am going to do with
out you, Mary. | dread to see you pack up
your clothes"
A blush of pleasure oversprcad Mary's face.
II am so glad you have been suited with
my work. Indeed, Eve tried"
cit amt the work altogether, though good
ness knows, you're the smnrtcst raj Eve seen
this many day As ! say, it amt the work,
it's you, Mary. I've got to thinking heap
of vou-me and the Deacon
Mary's voice iremblcd ut the goodness of
the old lady's voice. but she scwed rapidly ON.
cts - uncommon lonesome like since the
boy left the farm; but lis WORSE yet since he
got married. 1t socms like deserving us al-
together d,
"Ilaye you Il son, You never mentioned
him."
''No, George has gone his way and we
must go ours, Yes, he married one Of those
crack-headcd boaltling-school people, who
can't tell the difference between II rolling pin
and mlk-pan
But despite her scorn, Mrs Clements dashed
| off the tears with her brown fist
as his wifepretty' | suppose you love her
dearly"
81 don't know anything about her, and
never want to know He's left us for her,
and us old folks will leave him for her too.
Mary just turn them cakes around; seems as
| if they're burning
| When Mary had turned the cakes, Mrs.
| Clements was leaning ON the arm of her chair.
/ uttn a
other month yet, anyhow. The Deacon will
make it all right
sit isn't the money care for, Mrs. Glenn
ents, only wish might stay always. You
| don't know how much love you
"Love us! do you? Bless your heart. II
poor George had only picked you out, wha
n comfort it would be 10 us all! But it can
be helped now
She sighed wcariy, then glanced ont of The
| window, looked a moment, and then threw
| down her work
BLESS my soul, if there ain't our son Georg
coming mp the lane! Deacon! Deacon
George is Coming!"
And all her mother-love rushing TO he
heart, she hurried ON to meet him. Oh, til,
welcoming, the reprOaches, the caresses, til,
determination TO love him still, despite poo
innocent little Marion.
Then when the table had been set in tin
next room by Mary's deft fingers, and sh
had returned TO her west garrct," Mrs
Clements opened her heart.
There's no use talllin', George, this fine
fancy hdy o yours II never suit me. Civ
me smart girl like Mary Smith, and I'll as
no more. Come in to supper now. Mary
Mary,
She raised her voice to call the girl, whe
low voice near her surprised her.
"Oh, you dressed up in honor O my boy
| Well, | must confess | never knew you LA
such a handsome dress, and you look like
picture with your net off, and them shor
bohbin' curls George, this is Mary. .Smitl
my
George came through the door, and glance
careiessly at the corner where the young We
} man stood. Then with Il cry, sprang wit
I outstrctched arms to meet the little tigui
that sprang into them.
I The Deacon and Mrs. Clements stood
speechess amazement. Then Marion, a
l bushes and fearful smiles, went over to IL
t old pair and took their hands.
&" | am Georges wife. was so afraid yc
y would never love me, 50 | came determine
r to win you if could. Mother father, ma
e | be your daughlcr;'
l And IL happier family, when they had e.
hausted their powers of surprise, amazcme
Il and pride in the beautiful Marion, never gay
c thanks over a supper table.