The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-11-30
A LOVE MATCH.


the greenest frame of quivering leaves to make
them at all presentable. Andin the gray, uncom-
promising medium of the November dusk Hamp-
den looked dreary enough, with the dark Chin
nsy of the new silk mill rising out of the hem
lock woods, the staring Queen Anne depot, the
church, which bore strong family resemblance
20 child's wooden toy, and the stone quarry to
tbs left, which reminded the thoughtful locker
on of a gigantic fertilization in an unfinished
state
'Humphr said Mrs. Medley, as she looked
around her. "a queer place"
Her niece Phebe was there to meet her with
box wagon and white -nosed old horse.
Folks can't always chose where they're to
live" said Phebe, who was always in a state of
antagonism to Mrs Medley, land Hampton IS
good enough for me-"
sHow is Philip asked Mrs Medley.
sPhilip is we'll said Phebe, as she helped the
DEPOT boy to hoist Aunt Nedley's trunk into the
wagon.
Phlip Barrow was Mrs Nedey's favorite
nephew She had paid his bills at school, super
intended his fortunes, and finally purchased
share for him in the new silk mills.
Hes all I've got said Mrs. Medley. except
Phebe, and Phebe and l never did hitch horses
together. And 1 want him to succeed in the
wprid"
Bat within few days new claimant had
arisen to Aunt Nedley's protection and tender
consideration.
70 be sure, she is no relation to me, said
Ms Medley. "But her mother was my dearest
friend and think will adopt her for my
SAX"
And it was scarcely an hour from the time in
which she learned that Sylvia Gray was an
orphan that she wrote a kind letter to the girl,
inviting her to come to the East for visit
If yoVf.ke it, my dear, there need be no oc-
cAsiou fos your going back she wrote. 1--WE
ara both alone. Let us be companions TO one
another
She had waited and waited, and no reply had
arrived; and while she waited plan had devel-
oFet itself in her mind
IF she is her mothers daughter she can't help
being pretty" said Mrs. Medley. phil is
handsome lad. She shall marry Phil"
And this explains Mrs Nedley's presence at
Uampden-
I suppose you are still keeping house for
Pldipr said she to Phebe, as they drove along
in she chill twilight
No." said Phebe, skillfully guiding the old
horse down steep place in the road.
He boards, eh2o said Mrs. Medley.
No he don't board, answered Phebe, 'his
WiFr keeps house for him"
-What7 said Mrs Medley.
He is married, announced Phebe, very much
in the tone in which she might have said: 'lt is
a cold evening" or ''ths train is late
Phillip married." repeated the old lady-"mar-
red Stop Phebe; don't drive a step further!
T'arn around at once. Take me back to the sta
ten III return to Concord
Amt you going to see PhilipF asked Phebe.
Not if he's married, answered Mrs Medley,
In Il choked voice.
He's got proper, nice wife, pleaded Phebe.
''YOu1I like her"
No, shant," said Mrs Medley ''Philip-
married Phebe' if you don't turn around I'll
get out and walk
Airs. Nedley's will was like adamant, and
Phebe Barrow was forced to succumb TO it.
And so it happened that Phebe and the white
ROSed pony arrived solitary and alone, at the lit
lie cottage of the mill superintendent half an
h0ur later
Phil came out into the porch, carrying lamp
IN his hand.
Mrs. Phil ran after him, with pink apron
tired around her trim waist and her brown fringe
Of hair blowing back from her forehead
Where's my auntF said Phil as Phebe
jumped out Didn't she GOMEZ
''She came" said Phcbe curtly; but she's
gone back again"
Gone back again?"
''Yes. She didn't like it because you've got
married; so she's gone back by the 500 train"
'AOh, Phil" cried Mrs. Barrow, who was a
round cherry. checked little woman, with soft
hazel eyes and mouth like a rosebud. What
shall we dol Why didn't you consult her before
y0u married mep
Phil Barrow broke into a great laugh
MY dear said he, lit wasn't her consent 1
wanted, it was yours"
20! But, Phil, she has done so much for
you"
she's good soul, but she's eccentric" said
the mill superintendent. go in, Phebe, and
get your tea
I'm sure can't cat a mouthful" said Mrs.
Phil, despairingly And the biscuits / mixed
myself and the fried chicken and the White
Mountain cake-oh, Phil; oh Phil"
Don't fret, dear, said Phil, my Aunt Ned
ley has missed very good supper that l can
tell her"
But I've blighted your future" said Mrs
Barrow. tragically selling the sugar tongs.
We'll go to Concord to morrow and see the
old lady, soothed Phil 'She must surrender
if she sees you, WHEY
Phebe chucked grimly.
'That's all very we'll" said she, but you for
get that an old lady and young man don't look
alta girl with the same eyes"
Hold your tongue, Phebe," said the mill
superintendent Where's the use of always
croaking2"
And then Mrs Phil began to laugh, and
Phebe who, after. her grabbed fashion, was
fond of her pretty young sster-in-law, laughed
also; and, after ALL the dainty little supper was
eaten and enjoyed, even though Aunt Nedleys
face was steadfasty turned toward Concord
Her own iireside had never seemed so soli
t%ry and dreary as it did upon that November
The maids gossiping in the Kitchen we're
called upon to rekindle the dead fire. The tea,
smoky and half cold was served, and Mrs Ned
I"y was just resolving to go to bed when Betsy
brought letter.
'Postman, mum, he left it week ago.
said she. ut had fell down back of the letter
box"
"Ah' said Mrs. Medley fitting on her spec
taeles and scrutnzing the seal and directions
from Silvia Gray! Now l shall have some one
TO love in Philips place"
But she had not read three lines before she
flung the letter Indignantly on the sulking
fire.
Married" she exclaimed "rhat child Is
Everybody crazy to get married, | wonderl