Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-08-16
GEORGE CLEMENTS WIFE.


George has gone and got married.
Good Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spectacles off her bright eyes, and
dropped her letters in her lap, as she
turned round TO her husband, the stout,
clever old farmer, who sat contentedly
reading his newspaper.
We'll, yes, what if he is married I'm
sure its natural enough. 1t runs In the
fumily, it appears to me-
But Mrs. Clements would take no no
tlce of this little pleasantly.
We'll, it you like il, l can tell you |
don't. He needn't think he's coming
here, with his fine clty-bred lady, all airs
and graces, and heunces and fluted rut
fles. There's plenty of good girls herea-
bouts that wanted him.
A graceful, dainty little lady, in gar
net poplin and uffled apron, with asmall,
proudly poised head, covered with short,
dusky curls, and pair of dark blue eyes,
so wistful and tender, tiny rosebud Of n
mouth, and II dimple on one pink cheek.
This was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was
it any wonder tha: George had fallen in
love with her?
She sat in the bright little parlor, close
beside the. lace curtaned window, watch
ing for the loving husbands return and
then, when she heard the click of the
latch key in the hall, flew for the well
come kiss.
Haven't you the letter this time,
George? ? I've felt sure of it ali day. In
deed have quite decided what dresses to
take with me-
lie smiled and shook his head.
A cloud passed over her face.
Oh, George, isn't it too bad and
do believe they won't write because they
are sorry you married mo-
And surprising such be the case, do
you think ii would make any difference
to me 2
Oh, no no only it would grieve me
so II knew | had alienated your own
parents from you
One sided alienation it would be, a
they have never seen you. By the ny,
my dear, what would you say ii the firm
sent me "tf on n travelling tour for six
weeks 1t would be five hundred dol
lars clear gain TO us
What need we care for money?
would rather have YOU replied Marion.
Lets go down to dinner. l hope we
will get letter from home soon.'
And soon it was for Marion took it
from his cont pocket the very next night.
But her nus hands face looked very grave
and stem, and his eyes looked angry
when she looked gleeluily over the en-
velope.
My dear, you must remember | did
not write it; that you are dearer to me
than ever before
A little pang of mi,doubt troubled her
as she glanced over the note then tears
stole from under her lushes, and George
saw her tender mouth quiver and trent bic
as she finished it.
1t was cruel to let you see it, and
don't forget, darling, what the Bible
says, that a man shall leave his father
and mother and cleave to his wife. You
are my precious wife, Ma. ion, and to you
| turn for all the happiness my life will
ever hold
He dried her tears and theE they talk
ed it over.
Just because l am city bred, she
thinks am lazy, and naughty, and dain
ty and,
Never mind, Marion. She will find
out some day. My father
Yes. bless the dear old man ! He has
added my love to my daughter Mar
ion On, know should love him,
and your mother too, il she would let me-
We will invite them down, when |
come home. By the way, Marion, l will
stop N the farm OH my way home aud
bring them home with me-
George, dear, have been thinking
about that trip west. / think you had
better go, and leave me at home. 1t
won't be SO very long
A fortnight after that Marion Clements
ate her breakfast alone, the traces OF a
tear or so on her cheeks and Their she
dashed them away with II joyous thought. !
This will never do, and now thai
George has gone for six weeks, 20 prepare
for bis return in manner that shall de-
light his soul. VI
I'm sure don t know what to say.
need help bad enough, but il appears to
me such a slender little midget us YOU
couldn't earn your salt. What did you
say your name was p
Mary Smith. And indeed if you will
trust me for week, am sure you will
keep me until the season is over
Mrs. Clements looked out of the win,
dow at the great clouds that were plling
goemily up and then the wind gave
great waiing shrek around the corners
of the house.
You can cook can you? or shaGe up
feather beds-good big ones, forty pound
ers?'
A gleeful little laugh came from Mnry's
lips.
Indeed can. / may not cook 10 suit
you, but can learn.
Mrs. Clements walked out to the huge
open Fireplace in the kitchen where the
deacon was shelling corn.
What dy' say deacon; keep her or
not? / rather like her looks, and the
dear knows it would be good lit just