The Grant County herald. (Big Stone City, Grant County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1883, 1879-09-06

Print dress and white apron; her halr
brushed of from her face into net
narrow linen collar, fastened With a sail
or loop of narrow ribbon. II seemed rs
II she had ife too, so handily she fitted
III and out of the pantry, and then down
the cellar Then, after the meal, she
gathered the dishes IN neat, quiet wav,
that was perfect bliss to old Mrs Glenn
ent's ears.
"She's determined TO earn her own
bread, anyhow, and | like her turn, too"
And tile deacon had taken a SHINE" To
Mary Smith. One by one the DAYS wore
| on; the hog killing season as over and
done; long strings OF sausages hung in
fantastic rings arranged by Mary's def
| fingers; sweet hams and shoulders were
piled in true bonsewifely manner. and
now Mary and Mrs Clements were sit
ting in the sunny dining darning,
patching, and mending.
II don't know what ! am gong TO do
without YOU, Mary. ! dread 10 see you
pick up your clothes
\ blush of pleasure overspr.nd Marys
face. Il am SO glad you have been suit
cd with my work. indeed ! have tried
at amt the work altogether, though.
| goodness knows, you are the smartest
gal We seen this many day As I say,
| Il amt the work, its YOU Mary me and
| the deacon
Mays voice trtmbled Al the kin.ness
| OF the old lady's voice, bu, she sewed
! rapidly on.
Its - nncommon lonesome since the
boy lett the farm she went on, 'hut it's
worse since he got married II seems
| like dc erting rs altogether.
| Have youa son. You never mention
ed him
| No, George has gone hs way, and We
must &c ours Yes, he married one Of
those crack headed boarding school peo-
pie, who can't tell the difference between
& rolling pin and milk pan.
But despite her scorn, Mrs Clements
dashed off the tears with her own brown
| fist
Is his wife pretty suppose you
| love hel dearly.'
Il don 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, ust turn them cakes around
seems as # they are burning
When Mary had turned the cakes, Mrs
| Clements was leaning on the arm OF her
| chair
Mary, suppos,n you stop with us an
othe5 month yet, anyhow. The deacon
will make il all right.
1T isn't the money eare for. Mrs
Clements, only wish | might stay al
| ways. You don't know how much | love
| Yau."
| Love u.s. do you. Bless your heart
Il poor George had only picked you out
What comfort il would b. To rs all
| But il can't be helped now
~tlc sighed aearil, then glanced on,
OF the window, looked moment and
| then L rev down her work
Bless my soul, if there amt my son
George coming up the lane Deacon
| Deacon George - coming
| With all her mother-love rushing TO her
heart she hurried ont To meet him Oh,
the welcoming, the reploaches, the .aress-
-. thc determination t. love him still,
| despite poor, innocent little Marion
Then, when the tahi. Lad been set in
tie neNt room ~ Mary ief, fin
gers, and She had returned To her west
| garret, Mrs, Clements opened her heart
| "Ihere's no Use tatkln George this
| III, fancy lady 0 yours Il never suit me
GIVE me 4 smart girl ike Mary Smith
ant III ask no NOR Come into supper
nov. Mary, Mary
She raised her Voice lu eali the Girl.
| when 4 10" voice nem snrprised her
"Oh, you dressed III in honor Of my
boy Well, ! must confess | never knew
YOU had such i handsome dress. md you
look like 4 picture Will your net off, and
them short, bohhing curql george this
il Mary Smith, my
George came through the door and
glanced carelcssly ut the corner where til.
young woman stood. Tnen. with 4 crv.
spIang with ontstretched arms to meet
the little figure that sprang into thcm
The deacon and Mrs. Clements now stood
II spcechless amazement Then Marion,
All bushes and fearful smiles Went over
| 70 the old couple. and took them both by
| their hands.
| am Georges wife. | Was % afraid
you would never love me, 80 ! came lie.
termlned 70 win YOU if / could Mother.
father, may b. Your daughter:
And happier family. when they had
| exhausted their powers OF surprise.
| amazement, and pride iii the beautiful
| Marion. never gave thank> oger a supper
table
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