Middletown transcript., 1874-08-15

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1t was summons from the mercantile
firm with which Charles Remington was
connected-an earnest entreaty that he
would visit Central America in their in
terests, Immediately.
" Cool, isn't it, to request bridegroom
to walk off in that sort Of way-for it is
too rough voyage to ask you to share it.
dear | leave for you to decide-shall
go or stay ="
g Go, by all means Should ask you
to linger by my side when duty calls you
away, poor wife should be-"
He kissed her flushed cheek with ad-
miring tenderness
8 And whore shall leave you my bon
ME bride 2"
"Oh will make brief visit home in
the meantime. 1t will cut our wedding
tour short. but then. you know, we have
lifetime to finish our honeymoon in"
:" He will be back soon," she said to
herself, " and in the meantime must do,
oh, so much"
T" Yes" said old Mrs Remington, COM
placently, " think that was a splendid
idea of ours, Abel, sending for Lot Chaun-
cy's orphan to adopt. It'll tell Charles
and his stuck up wife that we were in
earnest about what we wrote, and Marian
Chauncy will have no city airs and
graces. Pm dreadful anxious to see her,
Lot was likely young fellow, and my
cousin twice removed, and his wife was a
regular built beauty"
81 guess, likely she'll come by the
stage tonight "
81 guess, likely, there she is now !"
said Abel, who sitting by the window,
caught glimpse of a slender figure COM
ing up the path, and carrying wel-illed
carpet-bag. Mrs. Remington ran for
ward to kiss and welcome the newcomer
Marian Chauncy was exceedingly pret-
ty. Mrs. Remington soon discovered
that-a bright winsome little creature,
with gold brown hair that would curl in
spite of the restraining net, loving hazel
eyes and tremulous, loving 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 Chauncy Isn't she sweet-don' t
it seem like gleam of sunshine in the
old house when she is tripping around
And then" pursued the old lady,
i" she's handy She knows where every
thing is kept and she does up my caps
exquisitely Oh, Abel, if Providence
had only seen fit to send us daughter in
law like dear little Marian Chauncy
Mrs. Remington's speech was cut pre-
maturely short by the entrance of the sub
ject of it, with her apron full of eggs and
her hand full of wild flowers.
g Mrs Remington" she began, and
then checked herself with abruptness
Oh, cannot bear to call you by that
long, formal name-may say mother "
" Of course you may, my darling" "
said the enthusiastic old lady, and only
wish you were my real daughter"
Marian laid down her flowers and de-
posted her store of pearly white eggs in a
basket on the table, and then came up to
Mrs. Remington, kneeling down and nest
ling 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 be real
daughter to you ?''
should be hard hearted old cor
morant if | didn't, pet" said the old
lady, with spectacles dmmed with tears
In short, Marian Chauncy 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 astonish.
ment and delight of the old lady; she
kept the two old china vases on the mantel
brimming over with red rain of roses
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
doctors when Mrs. Remington had one OF
her nervous headaches.
'' really dontsee how we ever contriv.
ed to live without Marian" said the old
gentleman.
g 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 81 leave those
honey suckles for some one else to tie up,
and come in here. Charlie is coming
home"
g To stay, sir :"
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. l should like
you to see Charlie-and | should like
Charlie to see you. Do not blush-if you
are not better looking than his Fifth
Avenue wife she must be paragon
among women, that's all I've got to say "
When will he be here, sir ?"
=" In an hour, should judge from his
letter Charlie always did write an awful
scrawl-m's and MS just alike, and half
the time forgets to cross his t's but l
suppose that's the fashion nowadays ="
Marian Chauncey crept away to her