Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1879-09-11

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you 1 turn for all the happiness nv lie
Will ever hold
He dried her tears, and then they
talked il over.
just because 1 am city bred, she
thinks am lazy, and naughty. and
dainty, and
Never mind, Marion. She will find
out some day. My father
Yes, bleha Tho dear old mani He has
oddcd: My love to my daughter Marion.
Oh, l know should love him, and your
mother, too, II she would let me.
George, dear, I've been thinking
about that trip west. l think you had
better 50 and cave me at home. 1t
won't be so very ong.
Marion was eating her egg while she
spoke across the coy little tete a.tete
breakfast table.
Spoken Ike my true little Marion.
ana wien | come back I'll bring you a
present. What shall it be, dearesi?'
Iout father and mother from the
farm. 1t shall be that hope that will
pear nue. company when you are gone
a fortnight after that, Marion Glenn
ents ate her breakfast alone, the traces
o. tear or 30 on her pink cheeks; then
she dashed them away with merry
Joyous little laugh.
This will never do. and NOW .bo4
| george has como for six weeks. To ,,roN
pare Tor his return. Aud pray Heaven
| 10 oh"A be stlch a coming as shall daIiC,ht |
his soul small ueilght
L N sure | don't know what to say
me land knows need help bad enough.
ouG IL pears to me such q slender LITTLE
midget as you can't earn your salt
What did you say your name wasp
Mary Smlth. And, indeed, if Won
VIII Try me a week, I'm sure YOU will
Keep nae till the seasons over
Mrs. Clements looked out of the win
COW at the great clouds that were piIino
gioomily mp; and then the wind gave q
great walilng shrek around the corners
of the house.
You can cook, ken you? or shake mn
feather beds i good big ones, forty
poundersF
A gleeful little laugh came from Ma
rvs lips.
Indeed l can. | may not cook to !
suit you, bnt l can learn a
Mrs. Clements walked ont tn the .
huge open fireplace in the Kitchen i
where the deacon was Smelling corn >
not? kind o. like her looks, and the a
dear knows it nd be a good lift while n
we re KILN, If she couldn't do more | M
han set the table or make mush for the HI
Take her, OF course, Hannah. You X
are hard driv', know. Let her stop i
week or So any how. ii
SO Mrs. Clements came slowly back tC
and sat down again. 81
4Xof, cot'{ cot NOV 10 ,,iC,bt A
there a snowstorm been brewin these fC
three days, and it's on us now, sure a
enough. See them ere flakes fine and a
thick. You may as well take your things a
upstairs to the west garrett, and then q
come down and help me get supper S
Then followed the directions to the "
west garnet, and when she was gone h
Mrs. Clements turned to the deacon, 81
and said, - Il
j never saw a girl before I'd trust up C
stairs alone, But such as her don't al
steal; can tell you that, if nothing else. I'll
Directly she came down in a purple W
print dress aud white apron; her hair b
brushed mp from her face into net; II
harrow linen collar, fastened with sail tt
ors loop of narrow ribbon. It seemed q
rs if she had life, too, so handily she a
fitted III and out of the pantry and then Il
down the cellar. Then after the meal Il
she gathered the dishes in a neat, quiet =
way, that was perfect bliss to ola MIS-
Clencnts' cars. \
She's determined to earn her bread. u
ANYHOW, and 1 like her turn, too. Y
And the deacon had taken a chine, o
too. One by one the days wore on; the a
hog killing was over and done; long = =
strings of sausages hung in fantastic =,
rings, arranged by Mary's deft fingers; u
sweet hams and shoulders were piled 3
away in true housewifely manner, and y
now Mary and Mrs. Clements were sit d
ting in the sunny dining room, darning, /"
patching and mending.
i don't know what I'm going to do
without you, Mary. | dread to see you !,
pick up your clothes.
A blush of pleasure overspread Mary's . =
face. !.
Il am so glad you have been suited &
with my work. Indeed l have tried.
1T amt the work altogether, though, =
goodness knows, you're the smartest ,
gal I've seen this many a-day. As say, '.
it amt the work, it's you, Mary--me
and the deacon
Mary'5 voice trembed at the kindness
of the old lady's voice, but she sewed
rapidly on.
Its so uncommon lonesome since the
boy left the FARM she went on; 'but it's
worse since he got married. 1t seems
like deserving us altogether
Have you soma You never men
toned him.
NO George has gone his way, and
! 49,, net 90 ours. Yes, ne married one
| "f tbosA crack headed boarding school
neople who can't tell the difference be-
7 fwesIi a voIIipe-t,in and "a nilk-pan.
But despite her scOrn, Mrs. Clements |
dashed off the tears with her brown fist. |
rs his wife pretty? l suppose you
love her dearly9
4 don't know anything about her, and
never want to know. He's left us for
her. and us old folks will leave him
for her, too. Mary, just turn them
cakes around; seems as if they're burn
ing the cakes Mrs. Clements was lean
ing on the arm of her chair.
Mary, supposin' you stop with us
another month yet anyhow. The deacon
will make it all right.
, It isn't the money / care for, Mrs.
Clements, I only wish | might stay al
q WAYS. You don't know how much I love
! you
Love usl do you? Bless your heart.
r If poor George had only picked You out,
II what comfort it would be to us ALL
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