The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1883-03-03
JasOn's Widow.

Yes" said Mrs. Clickson, nodding
her head, CLARA has married rich al
last, lit seems.
q 1T can't be possible" said Miss Mau-
lfnntIia Clickson, who was long, thin and
forty. ~ snub, nosed, insignificant firing
like that! What is there about Clara to
attract amy mau?'
1t is true, though" said Mrs. Click
son. 'Berjnmin Barton's folks have
been visiting in Philadelphia, aud they
saw her ont riding with hernew husband
with horses harness half covered with
gold plate, and purple satin cushions to
the kerridge. Aud Mss Barton is pretty
sure she SAW diamonds in her ears.
Mrs. Montague Merrio T. breathless-
ly burst in Miss LORNA C.ickson.
That's the name. And u brown.stone
house and man in black, with a silver
sllver to take the visitors clrds. Mrs.
Btss Barton saw it with her own eyesT
The Clickson family looked at one All
other with speculative eyes. They were
n high-featured, high-cheekboned race,
with opaque black eyes, thick lips like
threads OF damaged vermilliou, faces all
trdversed with wrinkles, and noses sharp
ened to mere point.
There was old Mrs. Clickson, who
lived in the farmhouse and laid down
the law to all the neighborhood like a
female pope; Mr.. Clickson. who didn't
count at all when his wife was by; Miss
MIurandia, who taught the district
school, and Miss Lorina, who trimmed
bonuets; aGd Mr.. and Mrs. Philo, a stout,
silent pair, who said very little and kept
up sharp eye for the main chance.
Everybody had said when Mrs Philo
Clickson first came there that she would
not stay. l. was boldly asserted that nc
one could exist under the Upns shadow
of mother-in-law cut after old Mrs.
Clickson's pattern. But Mrs. rhilo had
maintained her position by dint of q
pachydermous stolidity, and had won
the old ltdy's secret Respect 10y econo
mizing candle-ends, looking after stray
crnmLs OF bread and counting pennies
with even more pArsimony than SHE her
self was able to display. As SHE never
said anything she could not very wei
otfeud Mrs. Eben Cllcksop, and so al
went we'll.
But when Jason Click3on's wife cam,
to the old farmhouse, with letter from
the young husband who bad taken IL
the sea and died in some far-away Italian
port-a letter written on his Gealh-bed
to commend the poor little English wife
to the tender mercies ct the Clicksor
family-all was different,
"Mirried without my sanction!" sale
Mrs. Eben Clickson, severely.
married and neSer n ked our advice!
chordsed Mss LORNA and Mss AIau
rAudia,
Mr.. and Mrs. Philo said nothing
They ouly looked at one another, bn
their look plainly said: I'VE won't giv'
up tho west wing of the farm house, eE
eept with our lile!"
Clara Clickson was little, pale, large
eyed woman, with a startled look like
d er, and round cherry mouth, W. icl
quivered piteously when any one spok
Larsbly 10 her.
She knew nothing about housework
Never had been taught to make soit-soap
could not engineer family wash, pre-
ferred her book to her needle.
She cried great ds'l when she wa
by herself, which old Mrs Ciickson in
terpreted into lack of resignation I
tbs will of Heaven; she broneht wild
10 rers home TO 'litter mp" the plaei
aud she was once caught giving bali