The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-11-14
A LOVE MATCH.

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\ Hampden was one of those new un
finished places which require the bright
est of sunlight, the greenest frame o
quivering leaves to make them at all pre-
sentable. And in the gray, uncompro
missing medium of the November dusl
Hampden looked dreary enough, witt
the dark chimney of the new silk mil
rising out of the hemlock woods, the
staring Queen Annie depot, the church.
which bore strong family resemblance
to child's wooden toy, and the stone
quarry to the left, which reminded the
thoughtful looker-on of a gigantic forti-
fication in an unfinished state
''Humph!' said Mrs. Medley, as she
looked around her. "a queer place. ~
Her neice Phebe was there to meet
her with box wagon and white
nosed old horse.
''Folks can't always choose where
they're to live," said Phebe, who was
always in a state of antagonism to Mrs.
Medley, land Hampden is good enough
for me-"
''How is Philip" said Mrs. Medley?
philip is WE'LL" said Phebe, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt Ned
Yley's trunk into the wagon.
, Philip Barrow was Mrs. Nedley's
favorite nephew. She had paid his bills
at school, superintendent his fortunes
and finally purchased for him a share in
the new silk mills.
''He's all I've got" said Mrs. Nedly,
''except Phebe, and Phebe and never
could hitch horses together. And
want him to succeed in the world"
But within few days new C aim
ant had arisen to Aunt Nedley's pro-
lection and tender consideration.
ITO be sure, she is no relation to
me-" said Mrs. Medley. ''But her
mother was my dearest friend, and 1
think will adopt her for my sake. y
And it was scarcely an hour from the
time in which she learned that Silvia
Gray was an orphan that she wrote a
kind letter to the girl, inviting her to
come to the east for visit.
''If you like it, my dear, there need
be no occasion for your going back,
she wrote. ''We are both alone. Let
US be companions to one another"
She had waited and waited, and no
reply had arrived; and while she waited
a plan had developed itself in her
mind.
eff she is her mothers daughter she
can't help being pretty" said Mrs Ned
ley. "Phil is handsome lad. She
shall marry PHILIP
And this explains Mrs. Nedley's pres
ence at Hampden.
81 suppose you are still keeping house
for Philip" she said to Phebe, as they
drove along in the chill twilight.
NO." said Phebe, skillfully guiding
the old horse down steep place in the
road.
HE boards, ehp" said Mrs. Medley
mo, he don't board,' answered
Phebe, ''his wife keeps house for him."
''Whatp" said Mrs. Medley.
''He is married." answered Phebe,
very much in the same tone she might
have said, ut is very cold evening""
or ''the train is late"
philip marriedr repeated the old
lady-smarried! Stop, Phebe; don't
drive step further! Turn around at
once. Take me back to the station.
I'll return to Concord"
''Ain't you going to see Philip" asked
Phebe.
''Not if he's married." answered Mrs. |
Medley in choked voice.
Hes got a proper, nice wife,
pleaded Phebe. you'll like her."
mo. l shan'tr' said Mrs. Medley.
ssPhilip-married Phebe, if you don't |
turn around I'll get out and waikiki
Mrs. Nedley's will was like adamant,
and Phebe Barrow was forced to sue
cumb to it.
And so it happened that Phebe and
the white-nosed pony arrived, solitary
and alone, at the little half cottage of
the mill superintendent half an hour
afterward.
Phil came out into the porch, carry
ing lamp in his hand.
Mrs. Phil ran after him with pink
apron tied around her trim waist, and
her brown fringe of hair blowing back
from her forehead.
"Where's my aunt?" said Phil, as
Phebe Jumped out. Didn't she Gomez"
sShe came, said Phebe CURLY; "but
she's gone back again."
sGone back againP"
Eyes. She didn't like it because
you've got married, so she's gone back
by the 500 train"
''On, In1l! crleu MIS-. DdrrOW, VINO
was round, cherry-cheeked little
with soft hazel eyes and a
mouth like a red rosebud. "What shall
we dop Why didn't you console her
before you married mep"
Phil Barrow broke into a great laugh.
my dear" said he, lit wasn't her
consent I wanted; it was yours"
"Oh! But, Phil, she has done so
much for YOU
"She's good soul, but she's eccen-
ric," said the mill superintendent.
Go in, Phebe, and get your tea"
"lm sure l can't eat mouthful,"
aid Mrs. Phil, despairingly. "And the
biscuits / mixed myself; and the fried
hicken; and the White Mountain cake !
oh. Phil! oh, Philip
Don't fret, dear" said Phil; 'my S
aunt Medley has missed very good I
upper; that can tell her" l
''But I've blighted your futurer' said I
frs. Barrow, tragically Selling the
ugar tongs. 1
.'We'll go to Concord tomorrow and t
&c the old lady," soothed Phil. "She '
,ucf surrender if she sees Won. wifeyI' q