Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-08-16

l ou can't get away tonight, anyhow;
there's II snow storm been brewing these
three days, and its on us now, sure enough.
See the fakes fine and thick. You may
as well take your things up stairs TO the
west garret. and then come down and help
me get supper
Then followed directions to the west
garret, and when she was gone Mrs.
Clements turned 20 the deacon: Il never
saw a girl before I'd trust up stairs alone.
But such us her don't steal; | can tell
you that ii nothing else
Directly she came down in purple
print dress and white apron; her hair
brushed off from ner face into net; II
lor's loop of narrow black ribbon. 1t
seemed as it she had life, too, so handily
she fitted in and out Of the big pantry
and then down to the cellar. Then after
the meal she gathered up the dishes in Il
neat silent way, that was perfect bliss to
Mrs. Clements ears.
!
anyhow; and like her turn, too
Aud the deacon had taken a liking to
Mary Smith. One by one the days wore
on; Mary and Mrs. Clements were sitting
in the scnny dining room, darnin, patch
! ing and mending.
Il don't know what I am gong to do
without you, Mary. l dread to see you
pack up your clothes
A blush ofpeasure overspread Mary's
face.
i am so glad you have been suited
with my WORK. Indeed, have tried
1t amt the work, altogether. | We got
to thinking II good deal of you-me and
the deacon, too
Mary's voice tlem bled at the kindness
of the old ady's voice, but she sewed
rapidly on.
It's So uncommon lonesome since he
got married. 1t seems like deseriing us
altogether. He has married one of those
boarding -schoo. people, who can't tell the
mil pan. We'll Mary, suppose you
stop on with us another month, anyhow 4.
The deacon will make it all right
1T isu t the money l care for, Mrs
Clements, only wish might stay al,
ways. You don't know how much |
love you
Love us do you Bless your heart !!
fpnor George had only picked you out
what n comfort it would be to US ALL But
it can't be helped now
She sighed wearily, then glanced out
of the window, looking moment, and
then threw down her work.
Bless my soul, if there amt our son
George coming up the lane! Deacon
Deacon George Is coming!
And, all her mUther-love rushing TO
her heart, she hurried ou to meet him.
Oh, the welcoming, tho reprouches, the
caresses, the detern nation to love him
still despite poor little innocent Marion
Then, when the table had been set 10y
Mary's dett fingers, and she had returned
to the west garret, Mrs. Clements OPEN
ed her heart.
There's no use talking, George, this
fne, fancy lady Of yours will never suit
me. Give mea smart girl like Mary
Smith. and l II ask no more. Come in to
supper now. Mary Mary !
She raised her voice % call the girl,
when low voice near surprised her.
'Oh, you dressed in honor Of my boy !!
Well, | confess / didn't knnw you had
such handsome dress; aud you look like
II picture with your net off, and them
short, bobbing curls :! George, this is
Mary Smith, my
George came through the door, and
glanced carelessly at the corner where
the young woman stood. Then, with
cry, sprang with outstretched arms 10
meet the little figure that sprang INTO
them. The deacon and Mrs. Clements
stood in speechless amazement. Then
Marion, all bushes and fearful smiles.
went over to The old pair and took their
hands.
Il am Georges wife, was so afraid
you would never love me, so came de-
termined To win you il | could. Mother,
father may | be your daughter =
And a happy family, when they had
exhausted their power OF surprise, amaze
ment and pride in the beautiful Marion,
never gave thaLks over u supper table.