Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1877-10-06

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with your hands idle. The shrill shar,
voice took an injured tone. as the speakel
went on I'll hain't got but two hands
and Can't do everything; there's can
Mn, md churnin': and ironin and sweep
i'll
..Oh. dear, cunt you let me have a little
peace ~ interrupted Martha. petulantlv
then she arose from herehair and fiounccf
out of the room. without deigninp Il
give her mother u glance.
I'm Just sick and tired of il ALL sht
said, as she seated herself beneath wide
spreading tree.at the end of the garden
MA does nothing but chant her one SONG
work -work-irom morning till night
wasn't born 10 work, anu I'm not going
TO 10 II! Why did they send me to school
ana let me get an idea or two about farm
house drudgefy, ii they meant 10 keep me
at it all my lifelong? The very thought
OF that big, hot kitchen makes me shud-
der and ma-of course, love her, for
she's my mother; but that voice Of hers
does jar so on my ears. Oh. how l wish
could go away somewhere, and live diff
ferent sort of life.r $50
just then loud, cherry whistle came
from the direction of the garden gate.
Its that clumsy Jesse Whitney, she
exclaimed. well, l won't see him.
That's the man ma would like me to mar
~. Ugh." and she actually shuddered /;
then she muttered her longing again:
oh, how wish could 20 away some
where."
Like an answer to her words came the
thought Of her city aunt.
Her mothers sister had married years
ago. TO IA wealthy banker-a MIR. Watson
who had forbidden all intercourse with
'those people in the country"
Martha had met her aunt on board the
cars some time since, as she was return
ing from boarding school; they had
somehow made themselves known to
each other. and many condolences had
been exchanged.
This aunt was childless and lonely
why not go to her now and see what she
would do tor her? u, r &.s ~
She ponderct upon the subject long
and earnestly, and finally she decided
that she could HlO no less than try; the
result could not be worse than failure.
New York was only three hours ride
oil if she failed she cotll,l return on the
same day, aud her mother would never
kiOw anything about it if she succeed
ed then events would shape her course.
The next morning she left the house,
saying she was going for walk. In
three hours she was in the city; i'm half
an hour more she was in her aunt's state
ly home.
In her pretty, impetuOus way she told
why She had come.
II would love to have you. my dear"
her aunt said. Il am so, lonely, and you
would seem just like "a daughter TO me.
But my husband is so proud. and so
afraid that anyone shall know that came
from the country. that 1 scarcely think
he'd allow me To take you But wait Till
lie comes, Ill speak To him about il. |" p
Martha waited. She shranks back with
awe rs her proud-looking uncle came 10
her, tut size became reis>ured as lie spoke
~ kiii,tly TO her; lelllL. her that he liked
lIcr appearance. tllaI lie would like to
have her There as his daughter. but that
III could not he unless She were willing TO
rciluuIlce entirely her Oid lite, he: moth
CT una all. nH ~
You look city-bred,r he sail, Il can
say That you are "a niece OF Inine-an or
piiali-irorn the west. or tile south. or
anywheres. Your mother will not knox
where you are size Will meyer think that
you have come here and the pas, can be
AS Ii IL hau never becn. Can you consent
~ this =
Martha was glad to consent to any
thing that would lake her from that hailed
farni-iI0u>e; she thought nothing OF her
pareuts, OF the grief that would be theirs
AT her strange disappearance. she thought
only OF lIersell, AMI She consented glad.
ly.to all that her uncle required.
As Matte Weston she Was introduced
to society (; rs the rich bankers Niece she
stepped iiito the good graces OF all she
met and ihcli, too, she was liked Tor her
beauty ami her winning ways; and her
uncle seemed so proud OF her, and her
aunt so fond of her, thai she was really
happy, ami that old, distasteful lite on
the 1arm seemed like some hali-forgotten
ugly dreams.
at last, the hero came; tall, hand
some. rather grave hero, whose name was
Harvey LaIhrop
Matte met hun ut a sOiree, and before
she had danced half dozen times with
him, she felt that something had come to
make lite even brighter Tor her.
On. how glad she was then that she
had come to the city Down on the farm
she would never have met him, of course.
Right in the midst of her exultation he
SAID TO her:
Your face does not seem strange to
me, Miss Weston have seen one very
much like it in villege not far from
here /; i'm Hampden. Itimprcssed me SO
ut the time that have never forgotten
IT.
Hampden! Her home was there! Could
1t be that he had seen her? She turned
pale for a moment; but she rallied as she
thought:
Even if he did see me there, he would
never think that am the same person."
lit was last summer" he went OH, Il
saw her in the garden, and was strong
ly tempted TO speak to her. / haye
again just to look at that face (; but since
i nave met with this counterpart here, L
feel less interested i'm the original"
That pleased Matte so that she forgot
her discomfort entirely. But she knew
a return OF it, some months after, when
Harvey LathrOp asked her to be his
wife.
She said Eyes," gladly for she loved him
deeply. :.
IL will try to make you very happy"
he said tenderly. 1.-THE early part of your
lite has been sad-tO lose ones parents,
as you have done, is such great affiic-
ton; but will try to compensate for all
that in the FUTURE" st5
Oh, how strong was her desire just
then to tell him the truth |! For the first
timeshe regretted the deception that had
had been pracficed. 1t is possible that
he might have braved her uncle, had
she not remembered what had been said
to her SO often, that Harvey Lathrop, SO
rich andaof good family, would never
marry country.
Months passed on. Matte was happy,
but 1t was restless, feverish sort OF hap