The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-09-04
MRS. CLEMENTS HELP.

"Of all things this is the worst! If I
ever in my life expected to hear such news
Why, our George has gone and got mar
ried! Dye hcar2'
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spcctacles of her bright eyes, and
dropped her letters in her lap, as she
turned round to her husband, the stout,
clever old farmer, who was contentedIy
stroking an old white cat.
"Deacon, dye hear?'
This time when she asked the ques-
tion there was a touch of sadness in her
voice.
"Ycs; what if he is married? I'm sure
it's natural enough. 1t kind o. runs in
the family, pears to me-"
But Mrs. Clements would take no no.
tice of the little pleasantly.
"Well, if you like it, can tell you
don't. He needn't think he coming here
with his fine city-bred lady, all airs, and
graces, and flounces and rufflcs. There's
plenty of good girls hereabout that want
ed him. Right in the middle of work,
too! TO talk Of bringin' lady here in
hog KILN time! do declare, think
George is Il fool!''
Il r y
\ graceful, dainty little lady, IN gar
net poplin and ruff1ed apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered with
short. dusky curls, having pair of dark
blue eyes, 50 wistful and tender, a tiny
rosebud of a mouth, and dimplc i'll each
pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was
it any wonder that Geergc had fallen in
love with her?
She sat in th; bright little parlor, close
beside the lacc-curtaincd window, watch
ing for the loved husbands return; and
then when she heard the click of the
latch-kcy in the hall, few for the well
come kiss. Looking up, she asked:
Haven't you tho letter this time,
George: I've felt sure of it all day. In
deed, I've quite decided what dresses to
take with me-
He smiled and shook his head A cloud
passed over her pretty face.
"Oh, George! Isn't it too bad: And l
do believe they won't write because they
are sorry you married me-
He put his arm around her neck.
"And supposing such to be the case,
do you think it would make any differ
cncc vita mc:'
"OlI, 10 no: Only it would Sricvc me
SO if knew I had alienated your own pa
rents from YOU.
"And one sided alienation it would
bc. too! They have never seen you. And
when they know you they can't help low
ing YOU
"Oh, George
The exclamation was caused by the
kiss accompanying his own hattcry.
"That's true as preaching. BY y-thcby.
my dear, what would you say if the firm
sent me Off on a travelling tour Of six
weeks:''
A little disnayed cry answered him.
''You won't stay here alone, eh? But
Marion, it would be $500 gain to u.s."
What need VIC care for money: I'd
rather have you.
\ mischcvious smile played over the
young mans lips; he was more matter-of-
fact than this romantic, tender little wife
of his.
II think the addition to our balance ut
the bankers would bc very consoIing for
the absence. But never mind, little pct.
Let's go down to dinner. hope we'll
get Il letter from home SOON"
Anu soon It was: for Marion snatchetl
it from his pocket the very next night.
But her husbands face looked grave and
stern, and his eyes looked angry when
she looked glectully over the envelope.
"My dear, you must remember care
very little what the letter contains. Re-
member, I didn't write; that you are
dearcr to me than ever before. Kiss me,
first, while watch YOU"
A little pang Of misdoubt troubled her
when she glanced over the note; then
tears ST lie from under her lashcs, and
George saw her tender mouth quiver and
tremblc; then, when she had finished it,
she laid her head on his shoulder and
cried
1T was cruel to let you see it, my
| wounded birdie. Let me burn it. And
don't forget, darling, what our Bible says
that man shall leave father and moth.
er, and cleavc to his wife. You are my
precious wife, Marion, and to you turn
for all the happiness my life will eve,
hold"
He dried her tears, and then the,
talked it over.
'Just because / am city bred sll.
thinks l am lazy, and naughty, ano
dainty, and
Never mind, Marion. She will find
out some day. My father
"Ycs, bless the dear old man! He has
added: My love to my daughter Marion.
Oh, know should love him, and you,
mother, too, if she would let me-"
I'VE will invite them down when
come home. BY tho way, Marion, l will
stop at the farm on my way home and
invite them down, and bring them homo
with me-"
"Georgc, dear, I've been thinking
about that trip West. think you had
better 90 and leave me at home. II
won't be so very long,
Marion was eating her eggs while she
spoke across the cozy little breakfast
table.
"Spokcn like my true little Marion.
and when come back I'll bring you a
present What shall it be, dcarest?'