Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1875-04-22
ROBERTS WIFE.

II am so sorry about Uncle James =
There was real sorrow in Rober
Franklin's voice and eyes as he spoke
and the lady who listened drew he
merry, saucy face into dolorous quicker
to suit the occasion.
Because, you see," continued Rob
ert, {" he fancies because you have twent,
Thousand dollars that you are a fine lady
affected and useless, not the wife for
poor farmer :"
We must show him his mistake,
was the reply "But he viii not Sc.
you. He positively forbids your com
ing over to the farm"
Does-does he know we are mar
ried!"
50 have not dared to tell him. Cow
ardly, Is it not! But he is nay only rela
tive, and I love him dearly. 1t is MOI
because he owns the farm and can leave
a little money, Daisy -"
''Hush, love, I know" Daisy an
swered, putting a soft, white hand ovel
her husbands lips.
Il have had no other father, or mother
either, for that matter, In all my life, ,
continued Robert, "and if the farm is
dreary, it is home"
land you do not like to be banished
Well, if you will keep your promise
and send Jane over to see me, you shall
not be. Now, talk of something else.
Oh, how can 1 let you go fer two long
months :"
But Robert Franklin had undertaken
to go In person to see about some West
ern lands In which his uncle had invest
ed, and which threatened to involve him
IN loss. Daisy could not well take the
long journey, and besides Daisy had
ether schemes in her wise little head.
Loving Robert well, she resolved to re-
move the only shadow from his life-the
resolute opposition of his uncle to fine
lady wife.
Robert Franklin had been gone from
the farm three days when his uncle
James yielded reluctantly to the pangs
of his old enemy, chronic rheumatism,
and told Jane, his only servant, that he
must remain In his room. The old
woman answered promptly:
eff you are going to be laid up, Mr.
Franklin, must have some help. Tn
getting old, too, sir, and trotting up and
down stairs isn't so easy rs it was twenty
years ago."
''But who viii come, Jane? Girls are
not plenty here, as you know.
''Ive niece, sir, would come to me,
though she's never lived out"
"Send for her, then, and-oh rub
my leg, will your"
Late In the afternoon little hustle
below stairs told the invalid of the ar.
rival of the niece.
She came with one trunk, in wagon,
from the railway station, and, standing
in the wide, dreary looking kitchen,
looked a picture of healthful beauty.
Soft brown curls gathered in rich knot
left little clnkly ringlets on forehead
and caressing the round white throat
large brown eyes lighted sweet, fai,
face, and the neat dress of blue wooler
covered dainty figure.
"Win you go upstairs, Miss -
Jane hesitated.
Margaret :" said the newcomer
"don't call your niece Mss whatever
you do. Ny name Is Margaret. Has
Mr.. Franklin had his support"
"Not yet There's his dinner, you
see, scarcely tasted"
Margaret looked at the big tray, the
blue plate with food heaped upon il, thu
two-pronged fork and half-soiled napkin,
and did not wonder at the neglected
food.
ssShow me where things are and vii
get the supper" she said
Jane led her from closet to closet. In
one was set of gilt-edged china, some
fine table Linen, table silver and glass.
ssThose were boughtthirty years ago, y
Jane whispered, "when MIR. Franklin
expeeted to be married. She died and
they've never been used.
With her pretty face saddened by the