The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-08-16
George Clements Wife.

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BY MARY REED cRowEIL-
"Of all things, this is the worst, If ]
ever in all my life expected to hear sucl
news. Why, our George is gone anC
got married, Dye hear?n
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spectacles OFF her bright eyes
and dropped her letter in her lap, as sh,
turned around to her husband, the stout
clever old farmer, who was cOntentedly
strOking the old white cat.
deacon, dye hear?"
This time when she asked the ques
ton, there was touch of sharpness il
her voice.
yes, what if he is married? Tn
sure its natural enough. 1t kind o. rum
IN the family, pears to me-"
But Mrs. Clements would take no no
tice of this little pleasantly.
Well, If you like it, / can tell Won
don't. He needn't think he's COMING
here, with his fine city-bred lady. nj
airs and graces, and fionnees and iinfe,
ruflies. There's plenty of good girl.
hereabouts that wanted him. Right in
the middle of work, too. to talk OF
bringing a lady here in hog-killini
time! l do declare, 1 think George is q
foolr'
A graceful, dainty little lady, i'm a
garnet pOplin and ruffied apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered
with short, dUsky curls, and a pair of
dark blue eyes, so wistful and tender, n
tiny rosebud Of a mouth, and a dImple
in one pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements.
Was il any wonder that George had
fallen in love with her?
She sat in the bright little parlOr, close
beside the lace-curtained window,
watching for the loved husbands return:
and then, when she heard the click of
the latch-key in the hall, flew for the
welcome kiss.
Haven't you the letter this time,
George! Pve felt so sure of it all day.
Indeed, I've quite decided what dresses
TO take with me.u
He smiled and shook his head.
A cloud passed over her pretty face.
30, George, isn't it TO bad? And I
do believe-oh, do believe they won't
write because they are sorry you mar
ried me.u
lie put his arm around her neck.
And supposing such to be the case:
do you think it would make any differ
ence to me?D
"Oh, no! no. only it would grieve me
so II / knew had alienated your own
parents from yOu.n
"And one-sided alienation II would
be, tOoi They have never seen wont
And when they know you they can't
help loving you"
20, Georgcu
And the exclamation was caused bv
me tle Mss accompanying this loving flat
That's true as preaching Rv III,
by, my dear, what would YOU say If tb,
firm sent me off on a travelling tour q
six weeks ?"
a little dismayed cry answered him
"You won't stay here alone, ELI? But
Marion, it would be five hundred dollar
clear gain to us"
"What need we care for money? Z,
rather have you"
\ mischievous smile PLAYED on tn
young mans lips; he was more matter
ol-lact than this romantic, tender littl
wife of his.
think the addition to our balanc
at the bankers would be very consolin
ior the absence. But never mind, littl
pet. Let's 20 down to dinner / hon
Wen get a letter from home soonr'
And soon II was; for Marion snatche
it from his coat pocket the very mex
night. But her husbands face locke
very grave and stern, and his eve
looked angry when she looked gleefiilI
over the envelope.
My dear, you must remember / car
very little for what the letter contains
Remember l did not write it; that Vol
are dearer TO me than ever before. Kis
me, first, while | watch you.n
\ little pang of misdoubt trouble,
her when she glanced over the note
then tears stole from under her lashes
and George saw her tender mouth quive
ana tremble; then when she had fin
lshed II, she laid her head down on hi
shoulder and cried.
II was cruel to let you see il, my
Tounoed birdie. Let me burn it. And
NollC % forget darling, what our Bible
,,1SSt ~ mat man shall leave father and
are ae'lreIl I,5 and cleave to his wife. You
-, ny precious wife, Marion. and II
sGu s3u l turn for all the banniuess mn, I;rc
Will ever hoid. - Pl'iii1ss my NE
talked il over 'iNi ana then they
fbiDts because ] am eity-bred sbo
Sirtv ana am n lazy, and naaghtv and md
-. Never Never mind, Marion. She will e.,
out some day. Ny Father ~ VIII md
odaoS. ~ iIe ne Uear Old mani He hos
aaueG' ,i, ois NY love to my daughter NIa. T,,s
@ non On, l Know Know l should love bim ina
me-" "ouid LEI
1--WE viii invite them down. who,
come home. By the way, Mario,,
will stop at the farm on my way HON,
and invite them down, and bring then
home with me-"
''George, dear, have been thinkin,
about that trip West / think you hai
better go, and leave home. It won't b
so very long"
Marion was eating her egg while sh
spoke across the coy little tete-a-tet
breakfast table.
Spoken like my true little Marion