Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-08-27

!" No, her place is at the house. Nv
wife was an Eastern woman. and had
/ relatives by the name Of CLARK. Thev
have hunted up some kind Of a relation.
ship, and have struck up a great friend
ship over II. Kitty, as my wife calls
her Per G. she will always be 20 me
fits right into our household az IL she be-
longed there Wife needed a compan.
ION, The children needed Roverness.
and ! needed some one AZ the house 10
straighten my books out for me, when
can think 10 take them up, and 10 write
orders when / am in hurry.
"'Per c. and Eliza, the wife, are
taking singing lessons and brushing up
their German, and / don't know what
all; but | do know that she more than
earns her wages by the additional LIGHT
and life and interest she brings into
our home. She's a rare woman, Bron-
son, rare woman, and there are plenty
OF people in Chicago who are finding Z
out. You must 20 home 10 dinner with
me this evening and get acquainted with
Eliza and the children, and see what
the West has done for Per c."
lie had planned 10 surprise her, but
OF course he could not make that ad-
mission, and had TO accept the invita-
tion 10 dinner like any other gentleman,
and went about all day with an unde.
fined pain in his heart, lest, lust as he
| approached her, she would fade away
like the ilOwer-maiden of his dream.
Mrs. Sturtevant was never surprised
70 see messenger coming with billet
| from her husband. The one this morn
ing, however, was of unusual interest.
" He's comel" it said, 81 knew he
would, and he looks as II he had been
through a siege. You must tell her, for
we won't allow her TO be surprised. You
ought to have seen the man, with his
heart in his eyes, when l opened the
door upon him just now, and the blank
look that succeeded when he found me
to be the only occupant of the office. |
shall bring him up to dinner. Have the
children down; we will receive him like
a family friend. l want him to see that
a mans best riches are in his home.
And mind you, Eliza, we won't leave
them alone for moment. If he wants
favors, he must ask for them"
think Miss Clark cried a little for
joy as she knelt beside the low white
bed in her pretty room, and, instead of
uttering any spoken prayer, saying sim
ply, in a prayerful spirit, al shall see
him againl" But experience had taught
her better than to admit one stray CLEAN
OF hope into her yearning heart.
She was in the back parlor, telling the
children a story, when Mr.. Bronson en-
tered the high, handsome rooms with
his jolly, bustling host. Too much the
man of society to fail of saying Just the
right thing when he was presented to
Mrs. Sturtevant, he was still looking for
the quiet maiden, whom he had almost
begun to think Of as a creature of fancy.
He had never seen her surrounded by
children before, and thought at first,
She has caught CLEAN of youth from
them, and then the thought asserted
itself, chad l known my mind we might
have been married these seven or eight
years." and still approaching her
through the long rooms, at the further
end of which she had risen and remain
ed standing in the center of the pretty
group, he Thought;
This plump, girlish figure in blue
silk and white lace and frizzes is not she
at ALL" But Miss Clark smiled and
blushed, and held out the small white
hand which he took in his own for the
first time in all those years of acquaint-
ance, and as he held it fast said bravely
before them all:
al can't do without you, and have
come to ask you to return with me as
my wife"
Ha, ha," laughed Mr.. Sturtevsnt.
" l wrote to Eliza the first day 1 was in
your office, Bronson is in love with his
confidential clerk, but he will never
know it until something happens to re-
move her from her posihon.' Thank |
me for opening your eyes, my man."
Per c." became Mrs. Bronson, but
the wedding did not come off until the |
following spring. 1t was well that |
Oliver Walker was such treasure of a
book-keeper, as business matters kept |
his employer in Chicago great deal |
during the winter.
The mother and sisters of Bronson |
admire the wife of the head-of-the-
family exceedingly. They like "West-.
ern women," they say, and they are
glad to have Clarence married and set |
tied in home of his own.
One day not long ago, at family din
ner in the grand Murray Hill mansion, |
the older sister said, alt has always |
puzzled me who Kate resembled; now |
know. 1t is Miss -, Miss I'll
have forgotten her name, your old &C.
countant, brother"
"Perhaps," replied the young man,
smiling across the table at his wife |
yes, can see the likeness myself, al |
though it is long time since she was
called away. "-BOSton Traveller.
Detroit Bellies as Smugglers.