Little Falls transcript., 1879-09-04
MRS. CLEMENTS HELP.

MRS. CLEMENTS HELP.
"Of oil things this is the worst! If I
ever in my life expected to hear such news!
Why, our George has gone and got mar
ried! Dye hear2''
Good. Mrs. Clements pushed her steel
bowed spectacles of her bright eyes, and
dropped her letters in her lap, as she
turned round to her husband, the stout,
clever old farmer, who was contentedly
stroking an old white cat
"Deacon, dye heat?'
This time when she asked the qlcs-
ton there was touch of sadness in her
voice:
eyes; what if he is married2 I'm sure
it's natural enough. It kind o runs in
the family, pears to me-
But Mrs. Clements wOuld take no no.
tice Of the little pleasantly.
"Well, if you like it, can tell you l
don't. He needn't think he's coming here
with his fine city bred lady, all airs, and
graces, and founces and ruff1es. There's
plenty of good girls heteabout that want
ed him. Right in the middle of work,
too! To talk Of bringin' d lady here in
hog killin' time! t do declare, I think
George is fool:'
A graceful, dainty little lady, in gar
net poplin and fufaed apron, with a
small, proudly poised head, covered with
short, dusky curls, having pair of dark
bite eyes, So wistftil and tender, tiny
rosebud of a mouth, and dimple in each
pink cheek.
That was Mrs. Marion Clements. Was
it any wonder that George had fallen in
love with her?
She sat in th; bright little parlor, close
beside the lace-curtalned window, watch
ing for the loved husbands return; and
then when she heard the click of the
latch-kcy in the hall, few for the wei:
come kiss. looking ip; she asked:
Haven't you the letter this 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 head. A cloud
passed over her pretty face.
''Oh, George! 1sii't it too BAD: And
do believe they won't write because they
are SOIIy YOU mdTIlcu ule.
He put his arm around her neck.
"And supposing such to be the case,
do you think it would make any differ
ence WITH me2''
ooh, no no! Only it would grieve me
so if l knew l had alienated your own pa
rents from you"
sAnd one-sided alienation it would
be. too! They have never seen you. And
when they know you they can't help loy-
ing you"
"Oh, George"
The exclamation was caused by the
kiss accompanying his own dattery.
''That's true as preaching. By~the-by
my dear, what would you say if the firm
sent me off on a travelling tour Of six
weeks?"
A little dismayed cry answered him.
"You won't stay here aloue, eh? But
Marion, it would be $500 gain to u.s."
What need We care for money? Id
rather have YOU"
A mischevious smile played over the
young mans lips; he was more matter-of:
fact than this romantic, tender little wife
of his.
II think the addition to our balance al
the bankers would be very consoling fo1
the absence. But never mind, little pct
Let's go down to dinner. hope well
get letter from home soon.''
And soon It was; for Marion snatched
it from his pocket the very next night
But her husbands face looked grave and
stern, and his eyes looked angry wher
she looked g!ectully over the envelope.
MY dear, you must remember care
| very little what the letter contains. Re-
member, I didn't write; that you are
dearer to me than ever before. Kiss ne
first, while watch YOU"
A little pang of misdoubt troubled hel
when she glanced over the note; then
tears stole from under her lashcs, and
George saw her tender mouth quiver and
tremble; then, when she had finished it
she laid her head on his shoulder and
cried.
1T was cruel to let you see it, NY
wounded birdie. Let me burn it. An0
don't forget, darling, what our Bible says
that man shall leave father and moth
er, and cleave to his wife. You are my
precious wife, Marion, and to you turr
for all the happiness my life will eve1
hold.'
He dried her tears, and then tho,
talked it over.
"Just because / am city bred she
thinks l am lazy, and naughty, and
dainty, and
Never mind, Marion. She will FIND
out some day. My father"
eyes, bless the dear old man! He has
added: my love to my daughter Marion.
| Oh, I know should love him, and youl
mother, too, if she would let me-
"We will invite them down when ]
come home. BY the way, Marion, I will
stop at the farm on my way home and
invite them down, and bring them home
! with me-"
"George, dear, I've been thinking
about that trip West. l think you had
better go and leave mc at home. Il
won't be SO very long,"
Marion was eating her eggs while she
spoke across the coy little breakfas
table, -
"SpOken like my true little Marion
and when come back I'll: bring you 4
present. What shall it be, dearests''
"Your. father and mother from thu
farm. It shall be the hope that shal
bear me company when you are gone" ;.
A fortnight after that, Marion Clements
! ate her: breakfast alone, the traces Of
tear or SO on her pale cheeks; she dashee
them away with 4 merry: joyous laugh, =.
s"This will never do, and now, tha
George has gone for six weeks, to prepar,
for his return. And pray Heaven tha