South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1879-09-26
George Clements Wife.

GOOD Dlrs. Clements pushed her steel.
bowed epectacles off her bright ewes,
and dropped her letter in her lap. as she
turned round ID her husband. the stout
clever old farmer, wills vas ccn.entedly
stroking an old white tat.
Deacon. dye hcarf'
This time when chic asked the dres-
ton there Was atouch OF sadness In her
voice.
Yes; what il he is marriedp I'm
sure it's natural enough. Ii kinder o.
runs in the family pears TO me-
But Mrs. Clements would take no no
tice OF the little pleasantly.
We'll. If you like it, can tell you
don't: He needn't think he's coming
here with his fine city bred lady, all
airs and graces, and founccs and rutlles
There's plenty ol good girls hereabout
thet wanted him. Right in the middle
OF the work, tool To talk Of bringing 6
lady here hog.killin' time 1 do declare
think George is fool
y
A gFaeefui, dainty little lady, in a
garnet poplin and rufIled apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered with
short, dusky curls, having apair of dark
blue eyes, SO wistful and tender, tiny
rosebudtf MOUTH and dmple in each
pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was
it any wonder that George had fallen in
love with herr
She sat in the bright little parlor,
close beside the lace-curtained window
watching for the loved husbands return |!
and then, when she heard tho click OF
the latch-key in the hall flew for the
welcome kiss. Looking up, she asked
Haven't you the letter tLis 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 heal A
cloud passed over her pretty face.
oh, George! isn't it too bal? And
do believe they won't write because they
are sorry you married me-
He put his arms around her neck
and supposing such to be the case,
do you think it would make any differ
ence with mep'
oh, no, no. only il would grieve me
so il knew / had alicnatod Your own
parents from you
And q one-sided alienation it would
be too! They have never seen you.
And when they know you they can't help
loving you
ooh, George!'
The exclamation was caused by the
kiss accompanying his own hattery.
That's true as preaching. By-tbe.by
my dear what would you say if the firm
sent me off on travelling tour Of six
weeks2
a little dismnyed cry answered him:
You won't stay here alone, en-? But,
Marion, it would be five hundred dol
lars clear gain to us
What need we care for money? IL
rather have you
A mischievous smile played over the
young mans lips; be was more matter.
ol-fact than this romantic, tender little
wife Of .iis:
L think the addition TO our balance at
the bankers would be very consoling
Tor the absence. But never mind, little
pet. Let's 90 down TO dinner. | hope
we'll get letter from home soon
And soon it was /; for Marion snatched
it from his pocket the very next night.
Blu: her husbands face looked very
grave and stern, and his eyes looked
angry when she looked gieefully over
the envelope.
My dear, You must remember / care
very little what the letter contains. Re-
member did not write it /; 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 lashcs, and
George saw her sender mouth quiyer
and tremble; then when she had finish
ed it, she laid her head upon his shoulder
end Cried.
1T was cruel to let you sec it, my
wounded birdie. Let me burn IL. And
don't forget, darling, what our Bible
says, that man shall leave father and
mother. and cleave 20 his wife, You are
my precious vito. Marion, and TO you |
turn for all the happiness, my life will
ever hold
lie dried her tears. and then they
talked it over.
just because pm city bred, she
thinks 1 am lazy, and naughty, and
dainty. and
Never mind, Marion. Shc-will End
out some day. My father
Yes. bless the dear old man lie has
added My love to my daughter Marion.
Oh, know ] should love him, and your
mother, too, if she would let me.
George, dear, I've been thinking a.
bout that trip west. / think you bad
better 90 and leave me at home. IL
won't be so very long Marion was
eating her egg while sue spoke across the
coy little ete-a-tcte breakf fast table.
Spoken like my true little Marion.
and when 7 come back IN bring you a
present. What shall il be, deares2'
Your father and mother from tic
farm. IL shall he that hope that will
bear me company when you are gone
A fortnight after that, Marion Glenn
enis ate her breakfast alone. the traces
OF a tear or so on her pink checks then
she dashed them away with merry,
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