Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1872-08-21
George Clements wife.

OF all the things, this is the worst
| ever in all my life exIeeted to hear sue
news Why, our George is gone aud n
married Dye hear ~
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel bow
ed spectacos off her bright eyes, and droI
ped her letter in her lap as she turned aroun
to her husband, the stout clever old farme
who was contcntcdly stroking the old whit
cat
" Deacon, dye hear ?"
This time when she asked the question
there was a touch Of sharpness in her voice.
Yes, what if he is married I'm sur
its natural enough. 1t kind O. runs in til
family, pears to me-
Bat Mrs Clements would take no motto
Of the little pleasantly.
Well, if you like it, | can tell you
don't lie needn't think he's coming here
with his fine city-bred lady, all airs an
graces and founces and duted rufiles. There
plenty Of good girls hereabout that wante
him. Right in the middle of work, too t
talk of bringing a lady here in hog-kllin
time do declare, l think George is
fool !"
A graceful, dainty little lady, in a garue
poplin aud rufiled apron, with a small, proud
ly poised head, covered with short, dusk,
curls, aud pair Of dark blue eyes, SO wist
fol aud tender tiny rosebud of mouth
and dimple in one pink cheek
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was Il
any wonder that George had fallen in low,
with her ?
She sat in the bright little parlor, close BE-
side the lace-curtained window, watching foi
the loved husbands return and then wher
she heard the click Of the latch-key in the
hall, few for tho welcome kiss.
Haven't you the letter this time, Georgel
I've felt so sure Of it all day. Indeed, I've
quite decided what dresses to take with me- g
He smiled and shook his head
A cloud passed over her pretty face.
o George, isn't it too bad 2 And | do
beieye--oh, do believe they won't write be,
cause they are sorry you married me-"
lie put his arm around her neck.
And supposing such be the case dc
you think it would make any difference to
ne ?"
o., no no only it would grieve me SO
+ knew | had alienated your own parents
rom you
And a one-sided alienation. it would be,
100 They have never seen you And
when thfy know you they cant help loving
90 George -
And the exclamation was caused by the kiss
accompanying his loving fattery.
That's true as preaching. BY the by,
ny dear, what would you say if the firm
ent me of on travelling tour of six weeks?"
A little dismayed cry answered him.
" You won't stay here alone, eh e? But,
ilarion, it would be five hundred dollars clear
ain to US"
What need we care for money I'd
ather have you
A mischievous smile played on the young
lan's lips; he was more matter-of-fact than
his romantic, tender little wife Of his.
81 think the addition to the balance at the
anker's would be very consoling for the ab-
ence. But never mind, little pet. Lets 60
own 10 dinner. | hope we'll get a letter
rom home soon :"
And soon it was; for Marion snatched it
rom his coat pocket the very next night.
'ut her husbands face looked very grave and
tern, and his eyes looked angry when she
Joked gleelully over the envelope
My dear, you must remember care very
tile what the letter contains. Remember
id not write it; that you are dearer to me
han ever before. Kiss me, first, while
'atch you"
A little pang of misdoubt troubled her
hen she glanced over the note then the
ears stole from under her lashes, and George
lw her tender mouth quiver and tremble
len when she had finished it, she laid her
cad down on his shoulder and cried.
1t was cruel to let you see it, my wounded
irdie. Let me burn it. And don't forget,
arling, what our Bible says, that man shall
ave father and mother, and ceave to his
life. You are my precious wife, Marion,
nd to you | turn for all the happiness my
fe will ever hold"
He dried her tears, and then they talked
over.
just because | am city-bred, she thinks
am lazy, and naughty, and dirty, and"-
Never mind, Marion. She will find out
ome day, My father
Yes, bless the dear old man He has
ided My love to my daughter Marion.
N, | know ! should love him, and your
other, too, if she would let me-"
We will invite them down, when | come
ome. BY the way, M. Ias. 54v,i~ stoc AT
Ie farm on my way inme was q choice them
'wn, and bring them hon. in the mals
"George, dear have beef S.iiee J. about
lat trip West. | think you had better
,, and leave home. 1t won't be so very
ng."
Marion was eating her egg while she spoke
ross the cozy little tete-a-tete breakfast ta-
e
"Spoken like my true little Marion and
hen come back I'll bring you a present
hat shall it be 2"
" Your mother and father from the farm.
shall be that hope that will bear me COM
my when your are gone"
A fortnight after that Marion Clements
% her breakfast alone, the traces of tear
so on her pink cheek then she dashed
em away with merry, joyous little laugh.
"This will never do, and now that George
Is gone Tor six weeks, to prepare for his re-
rn' And pray Heaven it shall be such
ming as shall delight his very soul"
4" I'm sure | don't know what to say. The
nd knows need help bad enough, but it
ears to me such slender little midget as
u couldt earn your salt. What did you say
'ur name was 2"
" Mary Smith, And indeed if you will
me for week, | am sure you will keep
Q till the seasons over"
Mrs. Clements looked out Of tho window at
Q great clouds that were piing gloomily
and then the wind gave a great wailing
REX around the corners of the house.
You can cook, ken you i? or shake up
ather beds-pood bip onas fnrt, ,o,rdars9