The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-03-06

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and shadows chasing each other across
her lovely face, and turning her long
chestnut cnrls to coils Of gold. Dressed
all in white, she was fastening a wreath
of flowers into the ribbons Of her CO.
quettish 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 complexion, 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 hus-
band, q tall, handsome young fellow, in
a white linen suit, and graceful Pana-
ma hat.
1.-TWO letters, Evelyn" he said light
", land 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 not
pleasant. Read, carrisSima moi"
He tossed into her lap a stiffiy written
letter, on a page of blue paper, signed,
"Abel and Mary Remington" a keen
expression of their disappointment in
the marriage he had contracted, and an
assertion of their determination never
to receive his wife as their daughter.
Evelyn looked into her husbands
face with her bright eyes full of tears.
"Oh, Charles. I'm so sorry"
He laughed and quoted to her the
Scripture phrase, "A man shall leave
his father and mother and cleaye to his
wife, And now don't you want to see
the other letter, Evelyn"
1t was a summons from the mercan-
tile firm with which Charles Remington
was connected-an earnest entreaty that
he would visit Central America, in their
interests, Immediately.
"Cool, isn't it, to request a bride
groom to walk off in that sort of way
for it is too rough n voyage to ask you
to share it, dear. 1 leave it for you to
decide-shall l go or stay?"
$50, by all means. Should 1 ask
you to linger by my side, when duty
calls you away, a poor wife l should
be-"
He kissed her flushed check with ad-
miring tenderness.
"And where shall 1 leave you, my
bonnie bride ?"
"Ol, / will make a brief visit home
in the meantime. 1t will cut our we'd
ding tour short, but then, you know,
we have a lifetime to finish our honey
moon in"
So the brief Niagara s%ojourn came to
an end, and Mrs. Charles Remington,
for the season, was n widowed bride.
"He will be back %soon," she said to
herself, land, in the meantime, l must
do, oh. so much"
eyes" said old Mrs. Remington,
complacently, 81 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 VT wrote,
and Marian Chauncey will have no city
airs or graces. I'm dreadful anxious to
see her. Lot was a likely-looking fell
low, and my cousin twice removed, and
folks did say his wife was a reg'lar-built
beauty. 1 guess, likely, she'll con by
the stage tonight"
81 guess, likely, there she is now,"
said Abel, who, sitting by the open win
dow, caught a glimpse of a slender fig
ure coming up the path, and carrying a
well-packed carpet-bag. Mrs. Reming-
ton 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
red lips.
"Oh, 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 a CLEAN of sunshine
in the old house when she is tripping
"She is very pretty" said MIR. Rem