The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1874-10-01
THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.

CT never. never will forgive him. said old
Mr. Remington, solemnly depositing his great
pold spectacles in their green leather case.
:sNor will T." sobbed Mrs. Remington. "To
90 off and wed dashing city girl without 80
much as waiting for our permission"
9But YOU know, my dear" suggested the old
gentleman, eve couldn't have given it to him,
# he had waited half century"
"Certainly we should not" said Mrs. Rem
ington, emphatically. "To think of our only
child treating us so cavalierly; Abel-the only
one we've got in the world" .,
s'He has made his bed and must lie in 1t, :"
said the old man sternlly Il will never receive
his gay bride here, and so shall write to him
Immediately. We are scarcely fine enongh TOR
q Fifth avenue daughter-in-law."
AS he spoke, the old man picked up crum-
pled letter that he had thrown on the floor in
the first paroxysms of his anger, and smoothed
out its folds with mechanical touch.
"Why, only think of it, Abel" said Mrs
REMINGTON, 'iMahala Buckley served for six
weeks in this girls cousins family, and she
saws Evelyn Sayre can smoke a cigar just like
a man, and used to 90 skating with her dress
tucked up to the top Of her boots, and drove
barouche, with groom sitting behind, and"
"Bless my SOUL" said the old gentleman, his
breath nearly taken by the catalogue OF enor.
mites 'sBless my soul, you don't say so !!
And Charles married to this Amazon"
So the couple sat in the room porch OF the
capacious old farmhouse, with the Michigan
roses tossing little billet-doux into their laps
in scented showers, and the delicious odors of
the fresh mown hay coming up from the mead
CIV flats by the river, as miserable an old cou-
pie as you would want to see.
Meanwhile Mrs Charles Remington, bride
of three weeks standing, was making herself
supremely happy at Niagara. She sat on
fallen log, among the delicious shades of Goat
Island that bright June day, with the lights
snd shadows chasing each other over her lovely
face and turning her long chesnut curls to coils
of gold Dressed in white, she was fastening
wreath of flowers into the ribbons OF her
coquettish littel hat and singing some old ballad
softly to herself.
Evelyn Remington was very handsome
neither blonde nor brunette, she contrlved to
unite the charms of both in her rosebud com,
plexion, 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 husband,
tall, handsome young fellow, in white linen
suit and q graceful Panama hat:
''Two letters, Evelyn" he said lightly, "and
bad news i'll BOTH"
"Bad news! Oh Charles" and the roses
faded suddenly from the brides cheeks.
"Well, not so bad and not so pleasant. Read,
corissima."
He tossed into her lap stif1y written letter,
on page of blue paper, signed Abel and
Mary Remington - a keen expression OF their
disappointment in the marriage he had con-
tracted and an assertion of their determine
l. fo fhoIr d1Ifr
ter.
Evelyn looked into her husbands face with
her bright eyes full of tears.
ooh, Charles, I'm so sorry
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?"
It was a summons from the mercantile firm
with which Charles Remington was connected
AN earnest entreaty that he should visit
Central America in their interests immediate
ly. a 49,.
"Cool, isn't it, to request bridegroom to
walk off in that sort of a way-tor it IS too
rough voyage to ask you to share it, dear L
leave you to decide-shall I go or stay?"
500, by all means. Should [ ask you to
linger by my side when duty calls you away, a
poor wife should be.'
He kissed her flushed cheeks with admiring
tenderness.
"And where shall I leave you, my bonnie
bride? I will make brief visit home in the
meantime. 1t will cut our wedding tour short,
but then, YOU know, we have lifetime to nm
ish our honeymoon in"
So the brief Niagara sojourn came to aIl end
and Mrs. Charles Remington, for the season
was widowed bride.
ssHe will be back soon," she said to herself,
stand, in the meantime, | must do, on, so
much"
eyes" said Mrs. Remington, complaccntly,
think that was splendid idea of ours, Abel,
in sending for Lot Chauncey's orphan to adopt.
I'll tell Charles and his stuck-up wife that we
are in earnest about what we wrote, and Mari
an Chauncey will have no city airs or graces.
likely looking fellow and my cousin twice re-
moved, and his wife was regular beauty"
-"I guess, likely, she'll come by the stage to-
night ~ 49,,
who, sitting by the window, caught glimpse
of a slender figure coming up the path and
carrying we'll packed carpet-bag. Mrs Rem
ington ran forward to kiss and welcome the
new conner.
Marian Chauncey was exceedingly pretty.
Mrs. Remington soon discovered that-a bright,
winsome, little creature, with golden hair that
would curle in spite of the restraining net,
loving, hazel eyes, and tremulous loving red
lips.
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?"
aAnd then," pursued the old lady, "she's
handy. She knows where everything is kept
and does up my caps exquisitely. Oh, Abel, if
Providence had seen fit to send us daughter
ir-law like dear little Marian Chauncey."
Mrs. Remington's speech was cut premature
" short by the entrance of the subject OF it,
18th her anron full of eggs and her hand full