The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-07-12
A bright scarlet .drifted across Mable's

a Drignt scarlet dr1lteo acloSs AAapAes
Sc means, Dr. stanley" she said, con:
trolling her voice with an effort, that l
leave here Immediately"
And where will you go, Mablef.@
Mable's lips duivered, and the tears
swelled through her dark lashes as she
thought of her friendless condition.
Il do not know, DR.. Stanley, she said,
sadly, God will take care OF me.
The doctor was deeply touched:
MY little Mable, he whispered, tender
~. "Come to me-"
Mable uttered startled cry.
DIR. Stanley, you do not mean it?"
Indeed do. said tho doctor. earnestly.
"Why, Mabel, my darling, l have loved
you sinceI first saw your sweet, sad face.
have not told yon Of it before. I feared
you might consider me presumptious TO
ask for your love when you had known me
so short a time. I cannot see You insultsd
longer. Can you love me, Mabel? Will
you give HE the right to pro ect your"
Mabel raised her fearful eyes TO his face.
She saw the tenderest love shining In his
splendid eyes, and with sigh OF rest AMI
contentment, she laid her head upon his
bosom.
When they returned to the house Mrs.
white face and angry eyes:
DR.. Stanley led Mable up the steps.
Aunt Clara, he said, let me present
to you my betrothed wife.
Mrs. Stanley laughed shrilly.
"Have you permitted that artful girl to
entrap you in. that manner, Guy? I
thought you had more sense"
Dr. Stanley. crimsoned.
You forget yourself. Aunt Clara" he
said, sternly. "Mable is my betrothed
wife, and must be treated as such."
He conducted Mabel into the house, and
came back to where his aunt was standing
Aunt Clara" he said, 1T pains me to
say this to you, but your actions have ren-
dered it necessary. It is impossible fol
you to remain here longer. You and Grace
have made Mabel's life perfect torture ever
since she has been here. Now, as have
the right to protect her, I cannot permit it
to continue"
Several days ]eter Mrs. Stanley and her
family drove away. There were tears of
last look at beautiful Glenwood, which they
tain.
On soft, golden October day Mable, in
trailing robes of silver gray, entered the
old moss. grown church, and in the solemn
stiffness was pronounced the wife Of Guy
Stanley.
In his devoted love the troubles and tri-
ais that once datkened her young life were
only remembered as far away dreams Of the
past:
Brother Gardener on Marriage.
From the Detroit Free Press.
II understand" began the president,
of the Lime Kiln Club, as the meeting
opened in due form, ''dat quite num-
her of de members Of dis club am gwine
to be married doorin' de summer. OATS
all right, an wish 'em much Joy, an
shall be glad to witness de obsequies
/ of each an cherry one. But, want to
to Say few words in gineral. In de
fust place, am you gwine to mary fur
love or fur sort O. bizness partnership?
II you answer fur love, let
me warn you to be sartin
dat you doan' mistake de sentiment
Many u young man who thought his
heart torn by love has plunged into
matriInony to diskiver dat he simply
had a admiration fur a $50 set of false
teeth an high instep. If you answer
fur sort O. bizness partnership, let me
t Es'n na yGn You 9S' won't no 1oT Te'e de
woman, an she won't trust you. It
will be q sort o'hoss trade i'll which both
parties will be cheated and both contin-
ner to be mad about it. You kin git
along arter a fashion, an people who
see her on your arm at circus won't
know how you fight at home.
eff you mus marry, let common
sense have a show in de transackshun.
Dom 60 off yer feet bekase you meet a
gal who kin sing like a robin, smile like
a rose an jump off a street kyar widout
boderin' de driver to stop. A wife has
| much to do beside singin' an cultivatin'
dimples. If you am gwine to marry, Ak
yourselves how fur $40 per week will 20
when divided tip fur clothes an pervish-
| uns an house rent an fewel an Incl
dentials. Refo' you fall in love with q
gal who looks to sweet fur anythin' in a
red plush sacque, kinder fgger on now
many SIGH buds your income would af-
ford her: Rgfo' you am all broke up
ober a gal. WHO plays de pianner, talks
French, paints landscapes an reads poet
ry, jist sit down and figger who am to
! cook yer meat an tiers, patch yer
cleze, darn your socks an help We make
$l2 buy $15 worth Of things, Befo' We
let q pair o fashin' eyes an cunnin'
| dimple captivate We, look aroun' a little
an see if de owner has got a temper like
a wildcat. Marriage is a lottery simply
bekase people take each odder insight
| an unseen. Let us now prognosticate
! to hiZness."