Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-31
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 hear''
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spcctacles off her bright eyes, and
dropped her letters in her lap, as she
turned round to her husband, the stout,
clever old farmer, who was contentedly
stroking an old white cat.
Deacon, dye hear?'
This time when she asked the ques-
ton there was - touch of sadness in her
voice.
yes; 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, I can tell you
don't. He needn't think he's coming here
with his fine city-bred lady, all airs, and
graces, and flounces and ruffles. 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 a fool!'
A graceful, dainty little lady, IN gar
net poplin and a ruffled apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered with
short. dusky curls, having a pair Of dark
blue eyes, 50 wistful and tender, tiny
rosebud of a mouth, and dimple in each
pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was
it any wonder that George had fallen in
love with her?
She sat in the bright little parlor, close
beside the lace-curtalned window, watch
ing for the loved husbands return; and
then when she heard the click of the
latch-kcy in the hall, flew for the well
come kiss. Looking up, she asked:
Haven't you the 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.
ooh, George Isn't it too bad? And I
do believe they won't write because they
arc sorry you married me-"
He put his arm around her neck.
"And surprising such to be the case,
do you think it would make any differ
ence with me?"
ooh, no no! Only it would grieve me
so if l knew l had alienated your own pa
rents from you
"And One.sided alienation it would
be. tool They have never seen you. And
when they know you they can't help low
ing you.'
ooh, George
The exclamation was caused by the
kiss accompanying his own tlattery.
"That's true as preaching. By-the-by,
my dear, what would you say if the firm
sent me off on a travelling tour of six
weeks2"
A little dismayed cry answered him.
"You won't stay here aloue, Ell? But
Marion, it would be $500 gain to u.s.
What need we care for money? I'd
rather have YOU
A mischevious smile played over the
young mans lips; he was more matter-of-
fact than this romantic, tender little wife
Of his.
81 think the addition to our balance at
the bankers would be very consoling for
the absence. But never mind, little pet.
Let's 60 down to dinner. I hope we'll
get a letter from home soon.'
And soon 1t 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 glectully over the envelope.
My dear, you must remember care
very little what the letter contains. Re
member, l didn't write; that you are
dearer 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 stole from under her lashes, and
George saw her tender mouth CULVER and
trembc; then, when she had finished it,
she laid her head on his shoulder and
cried.
1T was cruel to let you see it, nv
wounded birdie. Let me burn it. And
don't forget, darling, what our Bible saws
that man shall leave father and moth
er, and clcave to his wife. You are nv
precious wife, Marion, and to you I turn
for all the happiness my life will eve,
hold
He dried her tears, and then they
talked it over.
''Just because l am city bred she
thinks l am lazy, and naughty, and
dainty, and
Never mind, Marion. She will find
out some day. My father"
Eyes, bless the dear old man! He has
added: My love to my daughter Marion.
Oh, l know l should love him, and your
mother, too, if she would let me-"
I'VE 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-"
George, dear, I've been thinking
about that trip West. l think YOU had
better go and leave me at home. It
won't be SO very long"
Marion was eating her eggs while she
spoke across the coy little breakfast
table
Spoken like my true little Marion,
and when l come back I'll bring YOU a
present. What shall it be, dearest?"
"iour father and mother from the
farm. 1t shall be the hope that shall