The Placer herald., 1873-01-11
GEOAGE CLEMENI'S WIFE.

married Dye hear?"
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
lowed spectacles off her bright eye, and
dropped her letter in her lap, as she turned
round to her husband, the stout, clever old
farmer. who was contentedly siroking the
old white cat.
"Deacon, dye hear 3"
This time when she asked the question,
there was touch Of sharpness in her voice.
"Yes, what if he is married I'm sure
it's natural enough. 1t kind o runs in the
family, pears to me-.
But Mrs Clements would take no notice
Of the little pleasantly.
We'll, 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 and gra
cess and flounces and ilued rudes. There's
plenty Of good girls here-about that wanted
him. Right in The middle Of work, too. To
talk of bringing lady here in hog-kiliu
time! do declare think George is fool"
A graceful, dainty little lady, in a garnet
poplm and rutlled apron, with small, proud
Iy poised head, covered with short, duskN
curs, and pair of dark blue eyes, so wist
iul and tender, tiny rose bud of mouth
and dimpe in one pink check.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was
it any wonder that George has fallen in love
with her
She sat in the bright little parlor, close be-
eide the lace curtaied window, watching
for the loved husbands return; and then
when she heard the click of the hich-key
-, L., l.,n I, ln v.l.,,,,o l.
"IIavn't YOU the letter this time, George
I've felt sure of it all day. Indeed, Eve
quite decided what dresses to take with me. -
He smiled and shook his head.
A clo passed over her pretty face.
90 George, isn't it too bad? And | do
believe. | do believe, they won't write be-
cause they are sorry You married me"
He put his arm around her neck.
"And supposing such be the case; do you
suppose it would make any difference TO me?'
"Oh, no! no! Only it would erieve me SO
if knew had alcnated your parents from
you.
"And one-sded alienation it would be,
tool They have never seen you! And when
they know yen, they can't help loving you.
80 George!"
And the exclamation was caused by the
kiss accompanying his loving hatery.
"Ihat's irue as preaching. BY the by,
my dear, what would you say if the firm
sent me off on "A travelling tour Of six weeks ?
A little dismayed cry answered him.
"You wont stay here alone, ell But
Marion, it would be five hundred dollars
clear gain 10 MS.
"W hat need we care for money? I'd
rather have YOU"
A mschievous smile played on the young
mans lips; he was more more matter ot-tact
than this romantic, tender little wife OF his.
81 think the addition to our balance at the
bankers would be very eonsoing for the alb
sence. But never mind, little pet Let's
90 down to dinner. hope we'll get letter
from home soon!''
And soon is was; for Marion snatched it
from his coat pocket the very next night.
but her husbands face looked very grave
and stern, and his eyes looked angry when
she looked eleefully over the envelope.
"My dear, You must remember | care
very little for what the letter contains. Re
member did not write it; that you are dear
er to me than ever before. Kiss ne, first,
while | watch you
A little pAng of msdoubt troubled hen
when she glanced over the note; then tears
stole from under her lashcs, and George saw
her tender mouth quiver and trembe; tn N
when she had finished it, she laid her head
on his shoulder and cried.
"It was cruel to let You see it my wound |
ed birdie. Let me burn it. And don't for
get, darling, what our Bible says, that IA
man shall leave father and mother and cleave |
to his wife. You are my precious wife |
Marion and to YOU turn for all the happi- |
ness my life will ever hold"
He dried her tears and then they talked |
the matter over.
"Just because am city bred, she thinks
am | zy, and naughty, and dainty and
"Never mind, Marion, she will find Out
some day. My father"
eyes, bless the dear old man! He has |
added: My love to my daughter Marion.
Oh, know | should love him, and your
mother, too, if she would only let me-.
"We will invite them down, when | come
home By The way, Marion, will stop at the
farm on my way home and invite them down,
ard bring them home with me"
"Ceorge, dear, have been thinking about
that trip west think you had better 90
and leave me at home. 1t won't be SO very
long"
Marion was eating her egg while she spoke
across the cozy little tele-t -teie breakfast Ia
lie.
spoken Ike my true little Marion, and
when | come back I'll bring you present.
What shall it be 2
"Your mother and father from the farm.
1t shall he that hope that will bear me com
pany when you are gone.
A fortnight after that Marion Clements
ate her breakfast alone, the traces of Il tear
or so on her pink cheek; then she dashed
them away with a merry, joyous little laugh.
'sTLis will nev,r do, and now that George
has gone for six weeks, to prep're tor hls