The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-04-03
What did you say your name was,"

tuOW az inc great CIOuUs that were linz
gloomily up; and then the wind gave !,
great wailing shrek around the corners
1of the house.
"You can cook, ken your or shake uE
feather beds-good big ones, forty pound
lers?"
A gleeful little laugh came from Mary.
lips.
"Indeed can. may not cook to suit
you, but a can learn" AGEL EFTEK
Mrs Clements walked out in the large
open fireplace in the kitchen where the
deacon was shelling corn
| "What dye say, Deacon; keep her OF
not? i kind o. like her looks, and the
dear knows it 'ud be good lift while we
are KILN, if she couldn't do more'n set
the table or make mush for the bread"
Take her, of course, Hannah. You are
hard driv' know. Let her stop week
or SO anyhow" -' 7'S'3s
l. SO Mrs Clements came slowly back and
sat down again ih baa 1881 oo 3o saa
"You can't get away tonight, anyhow;
theresa snow storm been brewing these
three days,snd it's on us now, sure enough.
See them ere fakes, fine and thick. You
may as we'll take your thugs up stairs to
The west garnet, and then come down and
help. me get supper"
| Then followed directions to the west
garnet, and when she was gone, Mrs.
Clements turned to the Deacon:
i II never saw girl before I'd trust up
stairs alone. But such as her don't steal;
| can tell you that if nothing else" .ls
! Directly she came down in purple
print dress and white apron: her hair
brushed off from her face into net; q
narrow linen collar, fastened with sail
or shoop of narrow black ribbon.
| It seemed 80 if she had life, too; handily
she fitted in and out Of the big ,nantry
and then down the cellar. . 0~'
| Then after the meal. she gathered the
diAhes in a neat, silent way, that was per-
feet bliss to Mira, Clements ears.
/ ashes determined to earn her bread
anyhow; and like her turn too"
And the Deacon had ''taken q shine" to
Mary Smith. e.,sao;-.r f...,... -... j,
| One by one the days wore on; the hog
killing was over and done; long strings
of sausaRas were hung in fantastic rings,
arranged by Mary's def iEgeri; sweet
hams and shoulders were piled away in @
4 true, housewifely manner, and now Mary
and Mrs. Clements were sitting in the
sunny dining-room, darning, patchlng,and
Intending. 7@'"f" 'ha''.r - ""o'
| Il don't know what am going to dC
/ without you, Mary. dread to see you
pstk up your clOshss." ~, ,9.
A blush of pleasure overspread Mary's
face. 3a.a4 -
II am so glad you have been suited
1 With mr. xuoPk InAaad T1ua r;o
! at amt the work altogether, though
I've seen this many day. AS / say, il
amt the work, it's you Mary. I've got
to thinking heap of you-me and the
/ Deacon a
Msry's voice trembled at the kindness
of the old lady's voice, but she seWsd rap
idly on. Is 4a OF a.. paiem42 E5ufr
It's uncommon lonesome like since the
boy left the farm; but it worse yet since
he got married. It seems like deserving
us altogether. . a1i2h8 a.f :
"Havs you soni You never mention
ed him."
mo, George has gone his way and we
must 90 ours. Yes, he married one oi
those crack-headed boarding school PEG.
pie, who cant tell the difference between
rolling pin and milk-pail.
But despite her scOrn. Mrs. Clements
dashed off the tears with her brown fist
us his wife pretty? suppose you love
her dearly" 5l9" It5I 7o1 Ih,f.ns.
II don't know anything about her, and
never want to knew. He's left us for her,
and US old folks will leave him for hel
too. Mary just turn them cakes around
seems as If they're burning" ,al
When Mary had turned the cakes, Mrs.
Clements was leaning over the arm of her
chair. Z" ''' '>..v's '+A
''Mary, supposin' you stop on with u.
another month yet, anyhow. The Dea
con will make it all right" ,
"It isn't the money I care for, Mrs
Clements only wish might stay al.
ways. You don't know how much love
you" HOT E4VEI GLT ae @EAaC
"Love usl do you? Bless your heart. II
poor George had only picked you out,
what comfort it would be to us all! But
it can't DO helped now"
She sighed wearily and then glanced
out of the window, looked q moment and
then threw down her work. gsfEe fYr
Bless my soul, if there amt our son
George coming up the lane! Deacon
Deacon! George is comingv aug hA .oJ
And all her mother love sushing to her
heart, she hurried out to meet him. Oh
the welcoming, the reproaches, the caress,
es, the determination to love him still
despite poor innocent little Marion.
There's no use talkin', George this
Rne, fancy lady O yours IL never suit me
Give me smart girl like Mary Smith,
and I'll ask no more. Come in TO supper
nbw. Mary, Mary" laagn b a.yaa1u
She raised her voice to call the girl,
when low voice near her surprised her
"Oh, you dressed up in honor of my