Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1877-09-13
THE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.

: said old Mr.. Remington, solemnl,
depositing his great gold specta-
cles in their green leather case.
Nor /, either, sobbed Mrs
Remington, needless of the un-
wonted disorder of hercap strings
To marry that bold, dasbipg CITY
girl without so much as waiting fol
; our permission
Bot you know my DEAR sug-
gested the old gentleman, "we
couldn't have given it to him if he
had waited half century,
Certainly we should not said
Mrs. Remington, emphatically.-
To think of our only child treat
ing us SO cavaIierly, Abel-the
only one we've got in the world
He has made his bed and must
lie on it, said the old man sternlv
I will never receive his gay bride
here, and so [ shall write to him
Immediately. We are scarcely fine
enough for a Fifth avenue daught-
erin law
AS be spoke the old man picked
up a crumpled letter that be had
thrown on the floor in the first
paroxysms of his anger, and
smoothed out its folds with a me.
chanical touch.
why, only think of it, Abel" !"
said Mrs. Remington, MALTA
Buckley served for six weeks in
this girls cousins family, and he
says Evelyn Sayre can smoke ci-
gar just like a man, and used to
60 skating with her dress all tucked
up to the top of her boots, and
drove a barouche, with a groom
sitting behind, and
Bless my SOUL said the old
gentleman, his breath nearly taken
by the catalogue of enormities.-
Bless my soul, you don't say So
And our Charles is married to this
Amazon
So the old couple sat in the
roomy porch of the capacious old
farm house, with the Michigan
roses tossing little pink billet doux
into their laps, In scented showers,
and the delicious odors Of the
fresh mown hay coming up from
the meadow flats by the river, as
miserable an old couple as you
want to see.
Meanwhile. Mrs. Charles Rem
lngton, a bride of three weeks
standing, was making herself su-
premeIy happy at Niagara. She
sat on a fallen log, among the de-
licious shades of Goat Island, that
bright June day, with the lights
and shadows chasing each other
across her lovely face, and turning
her long chestnut curls to coils Of
gold. Dressed in white, she was
fastening wreath of flowers into
the ribbons of her coquettish little
hat, and singing isome old ballad !
softly to herself.
Evelyn Remington was very
handsome-neither blond nor bru-
nette, she contrived to unite the
charms of both in her rosebud
complexion, bright hair and misty
brown eyes, and the smiles that
limpled her fresh, scarlet lips, were
real SMILES, messengers straight
from the heart.
Presently she was joined by her
husband, a tall, handsome young
fellow, in a white linen suit, aud
graceful Panama hat.
Two letters, Evelyn he said
lightly, "and bad news in both"
Bad news | Oh, Charles T and
the roses faded suddenly away
from the brides cheeks.
well, not so very bad, and vet
not pleasant. Read, carrissima
naiu.'
He tossed into her lap a stifiy
letter, on page of blue
paper, signed. abel and Mary
Remington ) a keen expression Of
their disappointment in the mar
rage he had contracted, and an
of their determination
never to receive his wife as their
daughter.
Evelyn looked into her hus-
oand's face with her bright eyes
'ull of tears.
'Oh, Charles, I'm so sorry
He laughed and quoted to her
he Scripture phrase, "a man
shall leave his father and mother
md cleave to his WIFE, And now
lon't you want to see the other
etter, Evelyn 2
It was a summons from the
firm with which Charles
was connected-an earn
,st entreaty that he would visit
Central America, in their interests,
Immediately.
Cool, isn't it, to request bride
groom TO walk off in that sort of
Ray-for it is too rough voyage
% ask you to share it dear. [ leave
t for you to deride-shall I go or
,tay p
Go, by all means. Should you
niger by my side, when duty calls
7ou away, a poor wife ! should
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