Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1874-04-03
THE DAUGHTER

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posting his great gold spectacles in
their green leather case.
"Nor T, either" sobbed Mrs. Rem
| ington, needles of the unwcated dis
order of her cap strings. 'To marry
| that bold, dashing city girl without SO
much as waiting for our permission.
| "But you know, my dear" suggest
ed the old gentleman, eve couldn't
have given it to him if he had waited
half century"
| Certainly we should not" said
Mrs. Remington, emphatically. "Io
| 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. L
| will never receive his gay bride here,
and so I shall write to him Immediate
| ". We are scarcely fine enough for
Fifth avenue daughter-in- law"
As he spoke the old nan picked up
a crumpled letter that he had thrown
on the floor in the first paroxysms of
his anger, and smoothed out its folds
with a mechanical touch.
"Why, only think Of it, Abel" said
Mrs. Remington, 'Mahala Buckley
served for six weeks in this girls
cousin ia nily, and she says Evelyn
Sayre can smoke cigar just like a
man, and used to go skating with her
dress all tucked up to the top of her
boots, and drove a barouche, with..a
groom sitting behind, and"
"Bless my soul, said the old gentle
man, his breath nearly taken by the
catalogue of enormities. "Bless my
soul, you don't say SO. And our
Charles is married to this Amazon"
So the old couple sat in the roomy
porch of the capacious old farm house,
with the Michigan roses tossing little
pink billet doux into their laps, in
scented showers, and the delicious
odors Of the fresh mown hay coming
up from the meadow-flafs by the river,
as miserable an old couple as you want
to see.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Charles Remington,
a bride Of three weeks standing, was
making herself supremacy happy at
Niagara. She sat on fallen log, among
the delicious shades of Goat Island
that bright June day, with the lights
and shadows chasing each other across
her lovely face, and turning her long
chestnut c1lrls to coils of gold. Dres-
sed in white, she was fastening a
wreath of flowers into the ribbons of
her coquettish little hat, and singing
some old ballard softly to herself.
Evelyn bennington was very hand
some-neither blond or brunette, she
contrived to unite the charms of both
in her rosebud complexion, bright hair
and misty brown ey es, and the smiles
that dimpled her fresh, scarlet lips,
were real smiles, messengers STR ght
| from the heart.
Presently she was joined by her hus-
band, a tall, handsome young fellow,
III 4 white linen suit, and q graceful
! Panama hat.
1.-TWO letters, Evelyn, he said light
| ", "and bad news in both"
Bad news. Oh, Charles." and the
roses faded suddenly away from the
brides cheeks.
well, not so very bad, and yet no!
pleasant. Read, ca,rissiD1a moi"
He tossed into her lap stitfiy writ
! ten letter, on q page of blue paper,
signed, ''Abel and Mary Remington;'
& keen expression of their disappoint.
ment iii the marriage he had contract
ed, and an assertion of their determin-
alton never to receive his wife as tLeil
daughter.
Evelyn looked into her husbands
face with her bright eyes full Of tears.
ooh, Charles, Tn SO sorTy"
He laughed and quoted TO her the
Scripture phrase, "a man shall leave
his father and mother and cleave to his
wife And now don't you want to see
the other letter, Evelyn %
1t was summons from the mercan-
tile firm with which Charles Reming-
ton was connected-an earnest entreaty
that he would visit Central America.
i'll their interests, Immediately.
''Cool, isn't it, to request bride
groom to walk of in that sort of way
for 1t is too rough voyage to ask you
to share it dear. leave it for you to
decide-ahau I go or stay?"
900, by all means. Should I ask
you to llnSer by my side, when duty
| calls you away, poor wife I should
| be-
He kissed her flushed cheek with adj
miring tenderness.
"And where shall l leave you, my
| bonnie bride"
ooh, I will make brief visit home
| IL the meantime. It will cut our we'd
ding tour short, but then, you know,
we have Il lifetime to finish orr honey
moon in
So the brief Niagara soionrn came
to an end, and Mrs. Charles Reming-
| ingtoD, for the season, was 2 widowed
bride.
''He will be back soon," she said to
herself, land, i'll the meantime. I must
do, oh, SO much"
''Tca' said old Mr.. Remington, com
placently, II think that was a splendid
idea Of ours, Abel, sending for Lot
Chauncey's orphan to adopt. I'll
teach Charles and his stuck-up wife
that We are IN earnest about what we
wrote. and Marian Chauncey, will have
no city airs or graces. I'm dreadful
anxious to see her. Lot was likely.
looking fellow, and my cousin twice
removed, and his wife was q regular
built beauty. I guess, likely, she'll
come by the stage tonight"
- guess, likely, there she is now,"
SAID Abel, who, sitting, by the open
window, canght glimpse Of slender
figure coming up the path, and carry
ing well-packed carpet-bag. Mrs.
Remington ran forward to kiss and
welcome the newcomer.
Marian Chauncey was exceedingly
pretty. Mrs. Remington soon discov-
cred that-a bright winsome little
creature. with gold-brown hair that
would curl in spite of the restraining
net, loving hazel eyes and tremulous
loving red lips.
ooh, Abel" quoth the soft-hearted
old lady, at the end of two days, why
didn't Charles wait until he had seen
Marian Chauncey Isn't she sweet
don't it seem like CLEAN of sunshine
IN the old house when she is tripping
around %
''She is very pretty, said Mr.. Rem |
ington.
.'And them" pursued the old lady,
''she's SO handy. She knows lust |
where everything is kept, and she
does up my caps exqulsitely. Oh, |
AEel, if Providence had only seen fit
to send us daughter-in-law like dear
little Marian Chauncey."
Mrs. Remington's speech was cut
prematurely short by the entrance of
the subject Of it, with her apron full
Of eggs, and her hands full of wild
lowers