Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1877-12-28
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ROBERTS WIFE.

IL am real sorry about Uncle James !"
There was real sorrow in Robert
Franklin's voice and eyes, as he spoke,
and the lady who listened drew her
merry, saucy face into dolorous Fuckers
to suit the occasion.
Because, you see, continued Robert,
"he fancies because you have twenty
thousand dollars that you are fine lady,
affected and useless, not the wife for a
poor farmerl"
eve must show him his mistake, y
was the reply.
"But he will not see you. He posi-
lively forbid your coming over to the
farm"
"Does-does he know that we are
married 2"
81 have not dared to tell him. Cow
ardly, is it not Z" But he is my only
relative, and | love him dearly. It is
not because he owns the farm, and can
leave little money, Daisy"
"Husb, love. | know" Daisy an
swered, putting soft, white hand over
her husbands lips.
IL have had no other father, or mothci
either, for that matter, in all my life, >
continued Robert. "and if the farm is
dreary, it is home"
"And you do not like to be banished
Well, if you will keep your promise and
send Jane over to see me you shall moi
be. Now talk of something else. Oh,
how can l let you go for two long
months Z"
For Robert Franklin had undertaken
to go in person to see about some West.
ern land, in which his uncle had invested
and which threatened to involve him il
loss Daisy could not well take the
long journey, and besides Daisy had
other schemes in her wise little head. -
Loving Robert we'll, she resolved to re.
move the only shadow from bis life
the resolute opposition of his uncle to {
fine lady wife.
Robert Franklin had been gone from
the farm three days when his Uncl,
James yielded most reluctantly to the
paDgs of his old enemy, chronic rheuma.
tism, and told Jane, bis old servant, that
he must remain in his room. The old
woman answered promptly:
"If you arc going to be laid up, Mr.
Franklin, must have some help. ]
am getting old, too, sir, and trotting up
and down stairs isn't SO easy as it was
twenty years ago!"
"But who will come Jane? Girls arc
not plenty here, as you know"
"Pve a niece, sir, would come to me,
though she's never lived out"
"Send for her, then, nd-oh-rub
my leg, will you 2"
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 picture of bcalthful beauty. -
Soft brown curls gathered in knot, left
little crinkey ringlets on her forehead
and caressing the round white throat,
large brown eyes lighted sweet fair face,
and the neat dress Of blue wooden
covered dainty figure.
"Will you go up stairs, Miss 2"
Jane hcsitated.
Margaret p said the new conner
"don't call your niece Miss, whatever
you do. My name is Margaret. Has
Mr.. Franklin had his supper p {.
"Not yet. There's his dinner, you
see, scarcely tasted"
Margaret looked at her big tray, the
blue plate With food hcaped upon il, the
two-pronged fork and balf-soiled napkin
and did not wonder at the neglected
food.
"Show me where things are .gnd I
will get the supper" she said
Jane led her from closet t. sloget ia
o7c was.eSet Of giIt-edged CHINA, some
MILL pen, table silver a Mass.
WI N'p bought thirtyE GRAgo,"
% n ss's 20 S' po, when Ms = pklin