Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1873-12-16
The Daughter-in-Law.

"Nor l, either" sobbed Mrs.
Remington, needless of the un-
wonted disorder of her cap strings.
"To marry that bold, dashing city
girl without so much as waiting for
our permission"
"But you know, my DEAR" sug-
gested the old gentleman, "we
shouldn't have given it to him if he
had waited half century"
"Certainly we should not" said
Mrs. Remington, emphatically. "To
think of our only child treating us
so cavalierly, Abel-the only one
we've got in the world"
"He has made his bed and must
lie on it," said the old man sternly.
81 will never receive his gay bride
here, and so / shall write to him
Immediately. We are scarcely fine
enough for Fifth Avenue daugh-
ter-in-law."
AS he spoke the old man picked
up crumpled letter that he had
thrown on the floor in the first par
oxysms of his anger, and smoothed
out its folds with q mechanical
touch.
"Why, only think of it, Abel"
said Mrs. Remington, "Mehala
Buckley served for six weeks in
this-this girls cousins family, and
she says Evelyn Sayre can smoke
a cigar just like man, and used TO
go skating with her dress all tuck
ed up to the top of her boots, and
drove a barouche, with groom sit
ting behind, and"
"Bless my SOUL" said the old gen.
tleman, his breath nearly taken by
the catalogue of enormities. "Bless
my soul, you don't say SO. And
our Charles is married to such an
Amazon as this"
So the old couple sat in the roomy
porch of the capacious old farm
house, with the Michigan roses tos-
sing little pink billet doux into their
laps, in scented showers, and the
delicious odors of the fresh mown
hay coming up from the meadow
fats by the river, as miserable an
old couple as you would want to
see.
Meanwhile Mrs. Charles Reming-
ton, bride of three weeks stand
ing, was making herself superbly
happy at Niagara. She sat on a
fallen log, among the delicious
shades of Goat Island, that bright
June day, with the lights and shad-
ows chasing each other across her
lovely face, and turning her long
chestnut curls to coils of gold.-
Dressed all in white, she was fast
ening a wreath of wild flowers into
the ribbons of her coquettish little
hat, and singing some old ballad
softly to herself.
Evelyn Remington was very hand
some-neither blonde or brunette,
she contrived to unite the charms
of both in her rosebud complex
ion, bright hair and misty brown
eyes, and the smiles that dimpled
her fresh, scarlet lips were real
smiles, messengers straight from
the heart.
Presently she was joined by her
husband, a tall, handsome young
fellow, in q white linen suit, and
graceful Panama hat.
"Two letters, Evelyn" he said
lightly, "and bad news in BOTH"
"Bad news! Oh, Charles !" and
the roses faded suddenly away from
the brides cheek.
"Well, not so very bad, and yet
not pleasant. Read"
He tossed into her lap a stifly
written letter, on a page of blue
paper, signed "Abel and Mary
Remington" a keen expression Of
their disappointment in the mar
riage he had contracted, and an as
sertion of their determination new
or to receive his wife as their
daughter.
Evelyn looked into her husbands
race with her bright eyes full of
.ears.
"Oh, Charles, I'm so sorry"
He laughed and quoted to her the
Scripture phrase, "'A man shall I
cave father and mother, and cleave {
o his wife, And now don't you
want to see the other letter, Eve
ynp
It was q summons from the mer- 1
,antile firm with which Charles :
was connected. an ear