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


GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.
"Of all things, this is the worst!
l ever in all my life expected to hea
such news Why, our George is gon
and got married! Dye hear?''
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spectacles off her bright eyes
and dropped her letter in her lap. a
she turned around to her husband. tn,
stout. clever old farmer, who was con
tentedly stroking the old white cat.
Deacon. dye hear?"
This time, when she asked the cues
ton, there was touch of sharpness in
her voice.
Yes, what if he is married? I'm
sure its natural enough. 1t kind O
runs 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 YOU
don't. He needn't think he's coming
here, with his fine city.bred lady. ali
airs and graces, and founces and fluted
rutfies. There's plenty of good girls
hereabouts that wanted him. Right in
the middle of work, too (! to talk of
brin sing a lady here in hog.killin'
time! | do declare, | think George is
a foolr'
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A graceful, dainty little lady. in a
garnet poplin and ruffled apron. with a
small, proudly poised head. covered
with short, dusky curls, and a pair of
dark blue eyes. so wistful and tender. a
tiny rosebud of mouth, and q dimple
in one pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements.
Was II 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 re-.
turn: 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! I've felt so sure of it all day.
Indeed, I've quite decided what dresses |
to take with me-"
DE smiled and shook his head.
A cloud passed over her pretty face.
~, George, isn't it too bad? And | |
do believe-oh, l do believe they won't |
write because they are sorry you mar.
RED me-"
He put his arm around her neck.
"And supposing such to be the case:
DO you think it would make any differ.
ence to me?"
"Oh, no! mol only it would grieve
me SO If knew had alienated YOUR
OWN parents from you.n
sand one-sided alienation il would
be, too! They have never seen YOU!
And when they know you they can't
help loving YOU"
30, Georger'
And the exclamation vas caused by
Inc kiss accompanying this loving fiat.
cry.
That's true as preaching. By the
ooy, my dear, what would you say if the
irm sent me off on travelling tour of
Tx weeksy'
little dismayed cry answered him.
You won't stay here alone, Ell?
but, Marion, it would be FIVE hundred
tollars clear gain to u.s.
What need we care for money? I'd
ather have YOU"
A mischievous smile played on the
Ioung mans lips; he was more matter.
intact than this romantic, tender little
wife of his.
-! think the addition to our balance
= the bankers would be very consolinp
or the absence. But never mind, little
,et; Let's 60 down to dinner. hope !
'eii get letter from home soon!''
Anc soon it was for Marion snatched
from ms coat pocket the very next
ight. But her hush ind's face looked :
cry grave and stern, and his ewes !
boxed angry when she looked eleefally
yer the envelope. .
MY dear, you must remember care y
cry little for what the letter contains. :
did not write it that you
re aearer TO me than ever before. Kiss t
,e, first, while watch you.n
little pang of misdoubt troubled y
er when she glanced over the note; q
aen tears stole from under her lashes. 3
nd George saw her tender mouth z
uiver and tremble; then when she y
al nnished it, she laid her head down
his shoulder and cried. 4
IL was cruel to let you see il. nv {;
ounded birdie. Let me burn it, And
on I forget, darling, what our Bible |,
avs, that q man shall leave father and
lo'her, and cleave to his wife. You a
re my precious wife, Marion, and to f
gu ~, turn for all the happiness my life f
ill ever hold.n -
he dried her tears, and then they i,
liked it over. :
4
Just because l am city.bred, she N
irty, and" =
Never mind, Marion. She will find n,
" some day. My father q
fes, bless the dear old man! He
as added: MY love to my daughter G.
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