Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1874-09-17
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FAME.
THE MOTHER-IN

| II kn0lC l snail not ike III SnaTIes.
And there's no use proposing it 10
me"
Charles. Delaford looked down with
la perturbed and troubled countenance
linto the radiant blue eyes of the
beautiful girl whom he had vowed
before Gods altar. scarcely a month
ago, to "love, honor and cherish I'M
til death did them part"
1t was a fair, child-like face, with Il
profusion of sunshiny brown curls
hanging around it, lips like a scarlet
pomgranate blossom, and large blue
ewes. vet there came a sort of frown
upon Charles Delaford's brow as he
looked at it.
Mary" said he slowly, Il was not
prepared for this
"Wal you might have been y
petulantly retorted the bride: Every
body knows that a mother in-law Is
the worst possible element to intro
duce into newly organized home
And he went on, still speaking
in the same low, repressed tone OF
voice, 81 always supposed that when
| married, my wife would be willing
to extend oil the privileges of a home
to my widowed mother.
Mrs. Delaford burst into tears, the
first bright drops that had yet obscur-
ed the horizon of their married life.
/ Her husband looked at her with So
iicitous eyes.
"AIary! Ny pet ! my darlingE'
Il can't help it, she so5bed. Its
all that horrid vision Of a mother-in
law. And never, never Will con
sentl They are meddling, mischief
making old harridans that count the
candles, and lecture one on domestic
economy, and
MARY you forget that you are
speaking Of my mother"
But she shook her pretty, defiant
head.
"A mother in law, o, Charley, !
would rather never have home if il
! is to be darkened by such = lroverbi-
al incubus. am your wife my in
auence should be first and greatest !
$50 it shall be, darling, always y
he cnaXed. Only"
40 'onlics, if YOU Please" she re-
torted, pIayfully, yet with an under
current Of the deepest meaning IN her
tone. II must be the first, last, an
only power in the Kingdom Of Home
or / will never consent to mount the
throne. What say YOU, my llcge
lordt'
II don't know what to say, MARY,
he answered, grievedly, except that
l am deeply, cruelty disappointed in in
hope that lay very near my heart :!
He turned away with a sigh, and
went to his own apartment, leaving
Mary sitting on the hotel veraAda
watching the glitter of the sunset on
the waves. She looked wistfully af.
ter him.
"He will get over it, she said to
herself. 1T is an ordeal through
which all wives and husbands are
compelled sooner or later, to pass.
And. after all he didn't make halt
such Il fuss about it as | expected he
would. One thing is quite certain;
never will tolerate the tyranny and
dominion of motherin-law."
And while the pretty young wife
thus meditated, her husband was SIT
ting at his writing desk biting tht
handle ofhi> pen, and wondering how
he should ever get any farther in hi
letter than:
Mr. dear mother.'
For it was not Il pleasant task, TIM
telling his only surviving parent tha
he. her only son, could not make
home for her.
However, it was written after some
fashion at last, and sent of. And il
two or three days the answer came
= back
"MY DEAR Boy: You were quit
right in your decision. OF course
regret deeply that Mary feels so, bu
r nrrce with her that the wife shoult
be first in all things. Give her m.
love. and believe me ever.
Your atlectionate mother,
ELEANOR DELAFoRD.'
Without a word, Charles Delaforc
showed the brief, kind letter to hi
\ wife. 4 self-condemning flush cam
to Nary cheek as she read it.
She is certainly very sensible,
said the bride, "and can't he'll
thinking she must be nice. But. still
Charley she Is motherin law "
And she danced away to get read,
for dinner.
she will b, wiser one day" sai,
Charles Delatord, to himself, as tn
sound of her fairy footsteps died ava,
on the softly-carpeted floor.
But, Charley, why are You takin,
me across the mountains ?" aske'
Mrs. Delaford, two or three days al
tcrwards. Il didn't know we wer
: coming among the mountains.
Because it is nearer way to ou
summer bone, darling; and becaus
: | thought you would ENJOY this cran'
and sublime scenery.
Home echoed Mary, clasplni
her tiny gloved hands together. "O
Charles begin 50 TO long to cross it
; threshold. Tell me, shall we reac
il soon?'
Very soon, l hope
Tell me what it is like
"Well, it, 4 Gothic cottage. full q
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