Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1880-02-05

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am sure Miss sPenroy must be sweet
girl, but I'd like to see her.M - ts,'si
s".sWe might take q run on there next
week" Suggested Minnie; .ss' ii s.1. '.s,
g I'd like ito go,", said Bessie. :. 20 /
think we need little change, and you
won't take US to any fashionable place
| because we don't come out for another
year. = s,.sM aiiw E'tAs Ealg
"I'll think it over said the mother.
| But while she was thinking. 1t over
the next day, q letter came that sent her
| flying to her girls D saiaa, ss4ss .y.
The climax has come, y she cried,
half -lau Ching, and yet with tears in her
eyes. /" He is engaged to be married.
Just listen to this. y -. A.' = sissf 1a
And with a daughter on each side,
she reads as incoherent, happy, illogical
an epistle as ever lover indited since the
days of Adam. 4sti- .rss s47l srs
That settles it,; we go there next
week In. the meantime we must all
write to him, and to her, too." ,,- n
And they did all write that very day,
| dear loving home letters, giving Miss
Penroy a sweet welcome to their family,
and telling Fred how charming they
were sure she must be, and how glad
they would be to meet her the following
Monday. s-'-s5 1890
| That was Thursday, afternoon. On
Friday evening a thunderbolt was
handed Mrs. Remington at the tea
table. Outwardly, itswas one of Fred's
regular letters, but inwardly it was a
thunderbolt. sa7 siss s,sv u sief
She opened it all unconscious, read
the few lines, and clasped her hands
almost tragically. '-i eae f7sF
"Oh, husband!'' she gasped, g oh,
Minnie-Bessie! that my boy should
ever do such thing. 1t isn't Miss Pen
roy he's engaged to-it's her aunt!"
q Her aunt! Stuff and mons :nse p
spluttered Mr.. Remington, -upsetting
| the powdered sugar into the picked
salmon. 81 never heard of such a
thing
sOh, no; it's only too true.. Just
listen to this: Dear mother for good
ness sake, don't write any more letters
to Miss Penroy. | am not engaged to
her at ALL / am engaged to her aunt.
Miss Boggs.s You'll be here on Monday,
so I'll tell all then. In haste, your low
ing son, Fred Oh, I'll never forgive
her for entrapping my poor, innocent
boy. Sucha vulgar name, too-Boggs.' p
"Horrid old thing!" muttered Minnie.
! Dreadful creatllref' chimed in
Bessie.
"Girls," said the mother, suddenly.
sit does no good to abuse that woman
we must simply go on and stop it."
No dissent ng voice was heard. and
| the old lady arranged the entire pan be-
fore they left the table. Mrs. Reming-
ton and the girls would start by the
first .rain in the morning. Mr.. Rem
ington would stay home to look after
the establishment.
81 am so glad he didn't want to
CO." Mrs. Remington confded to the
girls, he might say something harsh
to that poor boy and be sorry for it
afterward" ~ fE n
The next day-will Minnie and Bessie
ever forget it to their last hour-the
dust, the heat, and tile depression of
! spirits com bined. At last the conduc-
tor yelled some unintelligibles sound in
at the door, which their instinct and
the timetable told them was Eastrodes.
"A lank kind of cat tie shed was pointed
out as the depot, and in the oven-like
waiting-room of it they bestowed them
selves.
This is dreadful. girls" sighed Mrs
Remington, surveying the blistering
haytields on every side, and the long,
straight, treeless road, where two cows
were choking themselves with the dusty
grass on the edges. ffs sf
:. wonder if there is anything like
an hotel in the place? Just ask the
ticket-man. child" q
Minnie crossed the room, and held a
consultation with a blank-minded old
man, who was postmaster as well as
ticket agent, and who insisted at first
upon informing her that there were
9 no letters" At last she made him un-
derstand, and cleaned the fact that
there was a ''sorter hotel" Just back
of the depot. fs' ~
A tail, angular woman here entered
the hui!ding-a strong featured, big
eyed, black haired woman, who might
have been very handsome, say hum
dred and fifty years ago. She stalked
over to the postmaster, and Minnie
Joined her mother. aal e roy
Well" sighed Mrs. Remington, g
suppose we had better go to this hotel,
or whatever tits, and send word on to
Fred-but, oh, dear, it's .dreadful-to
think he should ever do such thing!
I'll never forgive that Miss Boggs as
long as live-she has Just entrapped
my boy for his money, dreadful old
thing-oh. girls. only think Of itf'
Air you Mrs. Remington," asked
the gaunt woman, stepping up to the
group. y
Yes" answered the astonished Mrs
Remington, and are you" she could
not finish the question. At
8 Yes, am" the gaunt woman tartly
said; +" and I'd like to know what you
mean by dreadful Your son amt none
too good for Boggs, can tell you
and you needn't suppose you're going to
marin it over us, cause you ain't,n wax
ing wroth, and glaring down at Mrs.
Remington with her big eyes. ~,
.'' You awful womann' the poor old
lady gasped, "'what wouldaFre say to
hear his mother abused in this way
perhaps that might cure him-oh, dear !
oh, dear!'
And as for your son, he wouldn't be
half the man he is, if it warn't for me-
Eff hadn't nussed him, and nussed him.
and rubbed taller on his nose, and here
you come raisin' a fuss about it-awful
woman, indeed !" ~
Mother,n cried the girls, g you
sha'n't stay here-come to the hotel at
onces' fses ara srss--s 6ts,t.sa
So Minnie picked up the sachels, and
Bessie gave her arm to Mrs. Remington.
and they all three lsft' the depot, the
gaunt woman .snorting and exclaimine
after them to the last minute.
2 The .'sorter" hotel proved as clean
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