Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1877-09-13
and where shall I leave Won

home In the meantime. 1t will cut
our wedding tour short, but then
you know, We have a lifetime to
finish our honeymoon in"
| So the brief Niagara soiourn
came to an end, and Mrs. Charles
Remington. fnr the season, was a
widowed bride.
He will be back soon,' she said
to herself, 'an6, in the meantime,
must do, oh, so much"
Yes said oil Mr., Remington,
complacently, / think that was a
! splendid idea of ours, Abel, send
ing for Lot Chauncey's orphan to
adopt. I'll teach Charles and his
stuckup wife that we are in earn
est about what we wrote, and Ma,
Ran Chauncey will have no CITY
airs or graces. I'm dreadful anx-
lous to see her. Lot was likely
looking fellow, and my cousin twice
removed, and his wife was a. reg
lar built beauty. I guess, likely,
she'll come by the stage tonight.
L guess, likely, there she is
now, said Abel, who, sitting by
the open window, caught a glimpse
of a slender figure coming up the
path, and carrying 9 well-packed
carpet bag. Mrs. Remington ran
forward to kiss and to welcome the
new conner.
Marian Chauncey was exceed
lngly pretty. Mrs Remington soon
discovered that-a bright w;nsome
little creature, with gold-brown
halr that would curl in spite of the
restraining net, loving hazel eyes
and tremulous loving red lips.
oh, AbelP quoth the soft
hearted old lady, at the end of
two days, why didn't Charles wait
until he had seen Marian Chaun-
cey Isn't she sweet-don't il
seem like CLEAN of sunshine in
the old house when she is tripping
around 2
She is very pretty" said Mr..
Remmington.
And them pursued the old lady,
she's SO handy She knows Just
where everything is kept, and she
does up my caps exquisitely. Oh,
Abel, if Providence had only seen
tit to send MS a daughter-iu-law like
Gear little Marian Channcey.'
Mrs. Remington's speech was
cut prcmaturely short by the en-
trance of the subject of it, with her
apron full of eggs, and her hands
full Of wild flowers.
Mrs. Remington she began,
and then checked herself with
abrnptness. SOh, | cannot bear to
call you by that long formal name
| say mother 2
'Of course you may, my darling
said the enthusiastic OLD lady, sand
only wish you were my real
Marian laid down her flowers
and deposited her store of pearly
white eggs in a basket on the table,
and then came mp to Mrs. Roming.
ton, kneeling down, and nesting
ler bright head III the old lady's :
apron.
'Mother,' she murmurei softly,
you do not know how sweet the
word sounds. And you will always
love me and cherish me, and let me
De a real daughter to you 2
Il should be a hard hearted old
if diln't, pet,' said the
Did lady, with her spectacles
limmed with tears.
In short, Marian Chauncey be-
came the light of the farm house
he bright guardian angel of IFS low.
;eiled rooms and wide, airy halls.
She~read the paper to Farmer
Remington; she compounded cake,
ely and syllabubs to the astonish-
nent and delight of the old lady;
he kept the two old china vases on
he mautel hrimming over with
ed rain of roses; she knew bv
nstict when to darkea the room
or the old mans nap on the wide,
;hintz-covercd sofa, and she was
oettcr than ten doctors when Mrs.
Remington had one of her nervous .
headaches.
q really don't see how we ever
to live without Marian,' .
aid the old gentleman.
But she shall never leave u.s.
aid Mrs. Remington, decidedly.
'Marian-little bright eyes I've ,
got news, called the old gentleman, :
me morning through the hall; ,
leave those honeysuckles for some ,
nc else to tie up, and come in
lere. Charlie is coming hone.'
TO stay, sir g
No, not to stay-his fine city ,
wife demands his permanent devo- ,
ion'-Mr. Remington could not {
lelp speaking with a sneer-'but Il
le will spend the day here on his :
way to New York. l should like :
7ou to see Charlie-and [ should {
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