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

only wish you were my real daughter"
Marian laid down her flowers and de-
posted her store of pearly white eggs
in q basket on the table, and then came
up to Mrs. Remington, kneeling down,
and Nesting 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, and let me he q real
daughter to you?"
CT should be a hard-hearted old cor
morant if I didn't, pet" said the old
lady, with her ~spectacles dimmed with
tears.
In short, Marian Chauncey became
the light of the old farm-house-the
bright guardian angel of its low-ceiled
rooms and wide, airy halls. She read
the paper to Farmer Remington /; she
compounded cake, jelly and Syllabus
to the establishment and delight of the
old lady; she kept the two old china
vases on the mantel brimming over with
a red rain of roses /; she knew by instinct
when to darken the room for the old
mans nap on the wide, chintz-covered
sofa, and she was better than ten doc
tors when Mrs. Remington had n of
her nervous headaches.
81 really don't see how We ever o
trived to live without Marian," said the
old gentlemen.
"But she shall never leave u.s." said
Mrs. Remington, decidedly.
"Marian-little bright eyes-I've got
news" called the old gentleman, one
morning through the hall ; "leave those
honeysuckles for some one else to tie
up, and come in here. Charlie is COM
ing home.
ITO stay, sirY"
"No, not to stay-his fine city wife
demands his permanent devotion -
Mr.. Remington could not help speaking
with a sneer-"but he will spend the
day here on his way to New York. 1
should like you to see Charlie-and l
should like Charlie to see you. Do not
blush-if you're not better looking than
his Fifth avenue wife, she must be n
paragon among women, that's all I've
got to say"
"When will he be here, sir ?"
"In an hour. 1 should Judge from his
letter. Charlie always did write an aw-
full s~crawl-m's and ms just alike, and
half the time he forgets to cross his is
but I suppose that's the fashion, nova
days !"
Marian Chauncey crept away to her
room TO brush out the red gold curls,
and adjust a blue ribbon at the throat,
and wonder slyly to herself what
Charlie would say when he saw the new
element that had continued SO to inter-
weave itself into the old home of his
boyhood.
"But l don't think he'll be angry"
said Marian, in a half whisper, as she
pinned a white rose to her breast, and
prepared to descend, in obedience to
Mrs. ~Remington's call of:
marian, Marian, come down and see
my boy"
Charles Remington stood in the GEN.
of the room with his arm around his
radiant little mother, while the old gen.
tleman from his big easy chair delight
eddy watched over the %tableaux, as Ma
rian slowly advanced.
"Charles," said Mrs. Remington,
beaming all over, "this is our new
daughter, Who
But Charles had sprung forward and
the slight, willing figure in his
arms, while the golden hair fioated in a
cascade of curls over his
shoulder.
Evelyn! My wife
Mr.. Remington stared at his wife.
Mrs. Remington stared Mt her hus-
band.
"He's mad !" whispered the old man,
Charles" he added aloud, you're
mistaken; this is Marian Chauncey, our
daughter"
"No, sir, it is not" faltered the
young lady in question. 81 am Eve
Ign, your sons wife. l have stolen
your heart on false pretenses-but 1 do
D long for your love. And when you
sent for Marian, who is one of my dear
est schoOl-mates, 1 persuaded her to re-
main at home, and allow me to person