The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-04-11
NY WIDOW.

he said she was too young and pretty
Farnum advised me to be an old bach
elor-told me a man past forty simply
made a fool of himself by matrimony,
Tewksbery, a man who is notorious
for never minding his own business.
told me she had a love affair with Har.
ny Birmingham before he went South.
Allen shook his head, and said Clara
Myers might be very pretty, but he
liked somebody maturer and settled. On.
b. He married his housekeeper the
next week, and she is mature enough
for Methusaleh himself.)
Everybody thought L was trying a
dangerous experiment; but / didn't pre-
tend to suit everybody, so I simply suited
myself. [ went quietly to church with
Clara Myers, and married her one glori-
u January morning when the old st.
Paulis was fringed with glittering ~icicles,
and the brisk wind was freighted with
the particles of flying snow, like a bat
tallion OF diamonds on q double
quick. 1t wa a crisp winter
morning, but the keen air only made it
all the more exhilarating, and just the
day and occasion to make ones spirit ex-
uberant and happy.
She was nineteen, andI was nine-and-
thirty. She was as beautiful as a rose
bud; | was a rough old codger, sound
at heart, but, like a winter apple, In
promising on the exterior.
In short, we were as unlike as May
and November; and the good natured
world shook its head, and said, mo
good could come of such an unequal
match" But she said she loved me,
and / believedher. Nobody could look
into Clara's blue eyes and not believe
her, you see.
The next day I made a will and be-
queathed all my property uncondition-
ally to my wife.
"Are you sure you are doing a wise
thing, Mr.. Folliot?" said Mr.. Mardyn,
the lawyer, pushing his blue spectacles
mp on his forehead, until he looked like
an old bald gnome, with a double pair
of eyes. "You see she is very much
younger than yourself, and"
please be so kind as to mind your
own business! I" said /, brusquely.
Don't be offended, Mardyn, but really
people seem to suppose / am not able
to attend to my own affairs.
'tJust as you please, , said Mardyn in
a rage. II am a tool in your hands"
That's it exactly" said /. So |
signed the viii and went home to Clara.
HOh, Paul you must not die" said
Clara, with a scared look, when / told
her what / had done. Nobody ever
loved me as truly as Won have done, and
/ don't know what / should do if you
were taken away
There was a young Birmingham, If
all reports are true-"I mischievously
began; but the curl on Clara's lip
stopped me.
a mere butterfly! I" she sighed
haughtily, without either brains or pr1n-
ciple. Paul. Paul! / have found a
shelter in your true, loving heart, and
/ mean to nestle there always
And then she cried-this foolhis soft
hearted little wife OF mine.
Jones and Tewksbery might have
called this policy. Farnum would have
said it was acting. But it was very
pleasant, and I felt more than ever like
: sssss -= Il hhSSs found 50m5 precious
jewel and wears it like an amulet on
his breast.
So things went on until the firm Of
which 1 was managing partner needed
to send some one 70 Calcutta to see af-
Ter q turbaned sc0undrel Of an agent
who had abseOnded with more money
than We could sell afford to lose.
Morrison Eas cid and feeble; HeEitt's
wife Iay rery IIs - / wAs thee one to go.
1 Kissed Clara goodbye a. eheerfully
a. I ccaM, fallv expecting 10 be back
fn khree EoTs Ca so.
M@a 10 k0sssw 1as 1eshx up into the
nnsaa "a Endaa- fell fl Of one Of
sm0@ kHsrmzng. Tafnekie fevens ID the
bzn9aA0w ef 49, aad 2atXe priest ard the
mh1e& &em ~ nnf9 Il wzs nn0Se than q
ysag kets i 9oaaS msFsef O. tie deck
@f f&e NsnereFea Mary SCANNING into
New E0xk haxh0x.
= word ff1Ea me. 4 lad wrftten 10 her
~ prepare her fm what seemed almost
my ris6ng fK0sn tie dead but 1 had
afterwards f0Ena my Letters ia the
poeket a she neglected. xssSys servant
MKao hAd Mndertaken ~ AsafTex shA mail
10 the CaIeat.& 0l6ee. But II don't
nAattes 10 nanch nCw.sI thought "ahe
viii be more delighted, poor little girlw
And then a cold chill seemed 70 creep
through al my veins, like November's
winds suddenly breathing across q bed
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