The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-05-31
GRAEDMAA'MA KRRE,

How DO you NE II" said Charley
Glare to Melicent Kirke, as he pointed
to the villa he had selected for them to
commence in, when they would be mar
ried in few weeks.
"Oh, it is beautiful she whispered.
GBut Charley, don't you think it's
rather small7"
Well-yes-perbaps so; but what do
we want of any thing largerf The bed
room up stairs is really good size,
and"
But is there bedroom on the ground
Aoor?" aslred Melicent, anxiously.
"No; whyY"
Foy grandmamma, you know"
Ar. Clare's countenance fell slightly
st fac reference to gradmamma"
81 have made no arrangements for
your grandmother, Milly."
But Charley, she brought me up.
Oh, Charley, we can't settle down with
out her?"
We can't settle down with her, you
meanf" said Glare, imperatively. "When
man marries girl, he don't contract
to support all the relatives she happens
to havel"
"I 1 au all that grandmanma has"
said little Milly, her face all aglow, her
eyes darkly corruscating. "Grand-
mamma has loved and cherished me
more years than you have; and I will
not leave her to neglect and suffering in
her old age"
"Very well, then," said Mr.. Glare,
quietly. ait is settled"
eyes" said Melicent, in a firm voice,
=" it is settledI"
And Grandmamma Kirke, sitting alone
by her fire, was astonished, some five OF
ten minutes later, by the sudden appari-
tion of little Milly iinging herself upon
her shoulder, and sobbing most bitterly.
Grandmamma Kirke listened to the
poor little girls story, with an odd work.
ing of her venerable features.
"I don't ask this sacrifice of you
child" said old Mrs. Kirke, stocking
down the lustreus masses of disheveled
brown hair. al dare say I shall do well
enough"
Miily looked up, loving and indignant
at the same time.
do you suppose I could leave you
grandmammaf"
Mr., Charles Glare was alittle surprised
at the turn events had taken; it hac
never for an instant occurred to his mint
that any girl in her sober sense coult
prefer the society of crooked old woman
to that of himself.
"She'll come to her senses afte,
awhile" was the reflection with which
he was consoled. Gall girls indulge il
Mysteries now and then, but it won
last long"
Mr.. Glare, however, was destined t,
disappointment.
Engaged to Frank Blakesleyl" h
cried, about six months subsequently
@Why, he's been courting her this lonl
time-sending her flowers, and books
and music, and ali that sort of thing
And the old Witch of Endor is to l1v
with them, suppose. 1 wouldn't hav
stood It'll" went on Glare, growing NOR
heated and angry as he talked "bu
Frank Blakesley never had any mind
his own. Well, wish 'em joy, that
all"
And the tone of voice in which MI
Glare spoke, indicated any thing raibe
thanthe benevolent aspirations shadowe
forth by his words.
Frank Blakesley and Melicent Kirk
had not been married more than yea
when dark messenger came to the doc
of their humble, yet infinitely contente
little hcme-Israfeel, the mighty and +,
lentless angel of death!
"You've been very kind to me, Fran
and Milly," said Grandmamma Kirke
"but it's well nigh over now. 1 cnl
wantedto live long enough to see m
little girl confded to the care of som
good man who would value her as 81
deserves, and Eve got my wish "
And Grandmamma Kirke, whose ol
- eyes were growing dim, fumbled und
her pillow for the old calico wsrk-ba
with .outlandish little pocket, whicl
with its paraphernalia of antique hous
wives, bodkins, scissors, and thimble
was her constant companion.
"The needle-book, Milly," she sal
family: "look in the needle-book."
"But grandmamma, the leaves are q
sewn together"
"Cut them open, child; but be car
full. Pm going to give that needle boz
toyou, Milly. 1t wasone bought VIII,
you were wee baby. All my treasur
belong to you. child"
Frank Blakesley stood looking ov
his wife's shoulder, as she obeyed t