Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1879-09-17

And soon il was; for Marion
snatched it from his pocket the very
next night. But her husbands face
looked grave and stern, and his
eyes looked angry when she looked
g'rr;ullA over tn" envelope.
My dear. you must remember
care very little what the letter con
talnS. Remember did not write it;
HAT YOU are dearer To me than ever
before. Kiss me first, while | watch
lou."
\ little pang of misdoubt troub.
led her when she glanced over the
note; then tears stole from under
her lashes, aud George saw her ten
der mouth CULVER aud trrmble: then
when she had finished it, she laid
her head upon his shoulder and
cried.
at was cruel to let you see it,
my wounded birdie. Let me burn
1t. And don't forget, darling, what
our Bible says, that man shall
leave father aud mother, and cleave
10 his wife. lou are my precious
wife, Marion. and to You | turn for
all the happiness my life will ever
hold
He dried her tears and then talk.
al il over.
"JnSt because | am city bred, she
thinks | am lazy, and naughty, and
dainty, and"
"Nrvcr mind, Marion. She will
will find out some day. My faith.
cT-"
"Ics, bless the dear old man.
He has added: MY love to my
daughter Marion Oh. | know
should love him, and your mother,
too. il she would let me-"
1--WE will invite them down when
! come home. BY the way, Marion,
| will stop at the farm on my way
home and invite them down, and
bring them home with me"
"Gcorgc, dear, I've been thinking
about that trip West. think You
had better goand leave me at home.
1t won't be so very long
Marion WAS eating her egg while
she spoke across the coy little
brcdkiast.table.
"SpOke like my true little Marion,
and when come back I'll bring
lou ii present. What shall it be,
"lour father and mother from
the farm. 1t shall be that hope
that shall bear me company when
Nou are gone
\ fortnight after that, Marion
Clements ate her breakfast alone.
the traces of Il tear or so on her
pale cheeks; then she dashed them
away with a MERRY, joyous laugh.
This will never do, aud now,
that George has gone for six weeks,
To prepare for his return. And |
pay Heaven that it shall be such
IL coming as shall delight his soul"
I'm sure don't know what to
say. The land knows | need help
bad enough; but it pears to me
ihat such slender little midget as
you couldn't earn your salt. What
did you say your name waS,'
"Mary Smith. And, indeed, If,
lou will try me for IL week, I'm sure
you will keep me till the seasons
over Il
Mrs. Clements looked ont of the
at the great clouds that
were piling gl"omily up; and then
the wind gave great wailing
shrek around the corners of the
house.
"Ynu can cook, can you' or shake
mp feather bcds-good big ones, for.
~ poundersT
A gleetul little laugh came from
Mary's lips.
"lmdeed | can. may not cook to
Suit you, but | can learn
Mrs. Clements walked ont to the
huge open Fireplace in the kitchen,
" here the deacon was Smelling corn.
"What dye say, deacon; keep her
Dr not! | kind ~ like her looks,
aud the dear knows il nd he a
good lit while we're KILN, if she
couldn't do no morn set the table |
" make mush for the bread
take her of course, Hannah. |
You are hard driv', | know. Let |
Ter stop II week or so. anyhow
so Mrs. Clements came slowly |
back and sat down again.
lyon cant get away tonight. /.
inyhow-there's snowsiorm been |
rrewin' these three days, and it's on |
rs now, sure enough. Yon may as
we'll take your things up stairs to
he west garnet, and then come