The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1874-08-01

likely young fellow, and my cousin twice
removed, and his wife was 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 window, caught
a glimpse Of slender figure coming up
the path, and carrying well-fllcd carpet
bag. Mrs. Remington ran forward to kiss
and welcome the new conner.
Marian Chauncy was exceedingly pretty.
Mrs. Remington soon discovered that--a
bright winsome little creature, with gold
brown hair that would curl in spite Of the
restraining net, loving hazel eyes and trem-
ulOus. loving rcd lips
"0h, Abel" quoth the soit-hearted old
lady, at the end of two days, "why didn't I
Charles wait until he had seen Marian
Chauncy? Isn't she sweet-dont ii tscem
like gleam Of sunshine in the old house
when she is tripping around.
"And then" pursued the old lady, "she's
handy. She knows where everything is
kept, and she does up my caps e1quisitely
Oh, Abel, if Providence had only seen fit
to send us daughter-in-law like dear lit
tie Marian Chauncy."
Mrs Rcmington's speech was cut pre-
maturely short by the entrance of the sub
ject of it, with her apron full Of eggs and
her hand full of wild flowers.
Mrs Remington" she begun, and then
checked herself with abruptncss. "0h,
canuot bear to call you by that long, for.
NAL namc-may ] say mother?'
"0f course you may, my darling" said
the enthusiastic old lady, aud only wish
you were my real daughter" "
Marian laid down her flowers and de-
posted her store of pcarly white eggs in a
basket on the table, and then came up to
Mrs. Remington, kneeling down aud nest
ling her bright head in the old lady's
checked apron.
Mother she murmured softly, "you
do not know how sweet the word sounds.
And you will always love me and cherish
me, aud let me be real daughter to your
4" | should be n hard hearted old cormo-
rant if didn't, pet" said the old lady,
with spectacles dmmed with tears.
In short, Marian Chauncy became the
light of the old -housc-the bright
guardian angel of its low -ceilcd rooms and
wide, airy halls She read the paper to
Farmer Remington; she compounded cake,
jelly and Syllabus to the astonishment and
delight of the old lady; she kept the two
old china vases on the mantei brimming
over with red rain of roses; knew by in
stinct when to darken the room for the old
mans nap on the wide chintz.covcrcd sofa,
and she was better than ten doctors when
Mrs. Remington had one of her nervous
headaches.
81 really don't see how We ever contriv
cd to live without Marian" said the old
gentleman.
"But she shall never leave u.s. said
Mrs Remington, decidedly.
Marian---littlo bright eyes-lve got
news" called the old gentleman, one
morning through the hall "leave those
honeysuckles for some one else to tic up,
aud come in here. Charlie is coming
home"
To stay, sirY'
No, not to stay--his fine city wife de-
mands his permanent devotion" Mr..
Remington could not help speaking with a
a sneer-"but he will spend the day here
on his way to New York. | should like
you to soc Charlic-and | should like
Charlie to see you Do not blush--if you
are not better looking than his Fifth
Avenue wife she must be a paragon among
women, that's all Pve got to say"
"When will he be here, sir ?"
ain an hour, ! should judge from his
letter; Charlie always did write an awful
scrawl-m's and MS just alike, and half
the time forgets to cross his is; but |
suppose that's the fashion nowadays" !"
Marian Chauncey crept away to her
room to brush out the gold eurls, aud
adjust blue ribbon at the throat, and
wonder slyly to herself what Charlie
would say when hc saw the new element
that had contrived so to intcrwcavc itself
into the home of his boyhood,
But don't think he'll be angry"
said Marian, in half whisper, ms she
pinned white rose to her breast, aud
prepared TO descend in obedience to Mrs.
Rcmington's call OF:
Marian, Marian, come down aud see
my boy"
Charles Remington stood in the centre
OF the room with his arm wound around
his radiant little mother, while the old
gentleman from his big easy chair delight
edly watched over the tableau, as Marian
slowly advanced.
Charles said Mrs. Remington, beam
ing all over, "this is our daughter who
But Charles had sprung forward and
caught the slight, willing figure in his
arms, while the golden hair foated in a
perfect cascade Of curls over his shoulder.
Evelyn My wifew
Mr.. Remington stared at his wife.
Mrs. Remington stared at her husband.
Hes mad = whispered the old man ;
"Charles,p he added aloud, you are
mistaken. This is Marian Chaunccy, our