Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1874-04-03

vases on the mantel trimming over
with red rain Of roses; she knew by
! instict when to darken the room for
the old mans nap on the wide, chintz-
covered 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 con-
| triyed to live without Marian" said
| the old gentleman.
| but she shall never leave u.s." said
Mrs Remington, decidedly.
''Marian-!ittle bright eyes-Ive
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 coming home"
"To stay, sir?''
"No, not to stay-his fine city wife
| demands his permanent DEVOTION
Mr.. Remington could not help speak
| ing with a sneer-"but he will spend
the day here on his way to New York.
I should like you to see Charlie-and
L should like Charlie to see you. Do
not biush-if you're not better looking
| than his Fifth avenue wife, she must
| be paragon among women, that's all
| I've got to say"
| w men Will he DS mere, SlT
''In an hour, I should judge from
his letter, Charlie Away did write an
awful scrawl-ms and MS just alike,
and half the time he forgets to cross
his It's; but [ suppose that's the fashion
nowadays -
Marian Chauncey crept away to her
room to brush out the red gold curls,
and adjust 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
Intervene itself into the old home of
his boyhood.
''But I 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 Tia cen
| ter Of the room with his arm around
his radiant little mother, while the
old gentleman from his big easy char
delightedly watched over the tableaux,
as Marian slowly advanced.
"Charles,' said Mrs. Remingto :,
| beaming all over, this is our daught-
err, Who
But Charles had sprung forward and
caught the slight, willing figure in his
arms, while the golden hair foated in
n perfect cascade OF curls over his
shoulder.
Evelyn! My wife ~
Mr.. Remington stared at his wife.
Mrs. bennington stared at her HIS
| band.
Hes mad % whispered the oldmau,
CHARLES" he added aloud, you're
mistaken; this is Marian Chauncey,
our adopted daughter
mo. sir. it is not" faltcred the
young lady in question. 81 am Eve
Ign, your sons wife. I have stolen
your heart Oh false pretenses, but ]
did so long..for your love. And wher
you sent for Marian, who is one of my
dearest school-mates, persuaded hel
to remain at home and allow me tc
personate her, just for a few weeks
Father, mother. You will not turn me
out of your affections now!'
"And you knew nothing of this .
demanded old MI. Remington of his
son.
Not word; it's Evelyn's own idea.
And Evelyn, half laughing, half cry
ing, stole into her mother-in-laws ex
tended arms.
cit don't seem possible that this is
the Fifth Avenue girl said the old
gentleman. Come here and give ne
kiss, Ma-Eveiyn, mean"
$50 she is our real daughter, after
ALL said proud Mrs. Remington.
Evelyn had conquered their preju-
diccs by the enchanting wand of love.