The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1883-07-14
HIS WIFE.

at Somerset station. A whole mile 10
walk in the pleasantest part of the pleas
ATTEST country in the worl ! Soft hills,
bAthed in the suns parting glow, dotted
the landscape on every side. aud over
all smiled tender, bruo1ing sky. What
keen enjoyment the anticipation of q
summer all alone with my best friend
had afforded me and now I was almost
t,ere. There was the house; Old, brown
Oh the ground floor. Grandmother he'll
s If had been the architec: of the estab-
lishment.
Il told your grandfather" said she.
on one occasion, that no man was going
10 plan a house for me to live in. What
does II man know, should like to be
told, of a woman's needn? Ii lie Il built it
according to lis notion. there would have
been three or four flights If stairs, and
then, with baby on each arm and two
or three hanging to my pttticoats, l
might have spent most ct my time ON 'em
but knew bettell'
AS events proved grandmother was
correct in her prediction. An enthusi-
astic lover of uature was tlis old lady Of
seventy years. YES, there she was! 1
caught glimpse of her white sleeve on
he window.slll. would walk softly in
aud surprise her. How exqGisite the
taste of tuis presiding genius! Hcliotrope,
mignon, tie, and white roses! Grand
mothers rose bushes were the envy OF
the whole neighLorhood. Shy little vio'
let's bordered the gravelled walk leading
to the low doors one and over beyond,
in grandmoiher's pet field, millions Of
oued TO the soft evening breeze. Avoid
ing the treacherous pebbles, 1 cut quiet
Iy across to the front door, stealing with
cIt-like tread through the long, narrow
b llway, and entering the sitting room
on my tip toes. Wonderful victory!
Twice before had J. tried this wonderful
dodge. and each time had the turkey
gobbler betrayed me. Where was he on
his occasion; and why, when l really
ueed his services, did he not prove my
lrieno? Softly, softly, only step or tW o
more. The sensation of the next minute
wasn't anything to speak OF; l mean by
taat it was iudcscribable. The back OF
gIandmotLer's big arm chair quite hid
he occupant, and, nothing doubling, l
made with great dexterity for grand
mothers tyes. l found the eyes, but
they didn't belong to grandmother. l
knew that before their saucy owner had
I'M riSoned my hands.
"Who is il?' said he, like one first
awakening from sleep. Let me guess.
The fing' RS are too little for Madge, and
too | 'hR to b,long to Sarah!'
found my tongue then. would not
wrench.my bands away. That would be
rudeness; for he evidently supposed them
the property of some intimate friend.
"Please release me-" said; and then,
as be rose quickly-apparently surprise d
by the voice of stranger I added,
rather ludicrously, Isuppose. for the tall
fellow in the shirt sleeves laug he'd right
be rtily, Il thought you were grauc.
mpther?"
Never was taken for an old lady be.
fore" he answered with provoking non
clalance; and then added, as he hastily
threw on a dressing gown, "what do you
think about it noN?"
Il think should like to know where
grandmother is, and -"
"And what am doing her,?' he in.
tsrrupted, with another laugh. "Youl
grandmother has gone to spend the eve.
ming with sick neighbor. belong Io
the next house rather am visiting IL y
sister, She was unexpectedly telegr phe d
away, aud as have been i'll, aud am not
quite well enough to take care OF mys II
in the absence of bousekeeper, your
blessed grandmother offered to look ont
for me until my sisters return. My
name is David Alcott, and yours 1 take
it, is Miss Susan Ellis" Aud then We
shook hands,
That evening marked a new era in my
life. was comfortable. as was always
th case at r'ndmother's, and was
happy too happier than had ever been
before. What il meant was of no sort of
consequence to me then. / did not stop
to an dy re my sensations. but enjoyed to