The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-01-16
A LOVE MATCH.

Hampden was one of those new un-
finished places which require the
brightest of sunlight, the greatest
frame of quivering leaves to make them
at all presentable. And in the gray,
uncompromising medium of the No
vember dusk Hampden looked dreary
enough, with the dark chimney of the
new silk mill rising out of the hemlock
woods, the staring Queen Annie depot,
the church, which bore a strong family
resemblance to a child's wooden toy,
and the stone quarry to the left, which
reminded the thoughtful looker-on
of a gigantic fertilization in al I'M
finished state.
"Humph!" said Mrs. Medley as she
looked around her. "a queer looking
place"
Her niece Phebe wa there to meet
her with a box wagon and Is 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, and Hampden is good enough
for me-"
"How is Philip" asked Mrs. Medley.
philip is WE'LL" said Phebe, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt Ned
leys's trunk into the wagon.
Philip Barrow was Mrs. Nedley's TO-
vorite nephew. She had paid his bills
at school, superintended his fortunes
and finally purchased for him a share
in the new silk mills.
"He's all I've got," said Mrs. Medley,
except Phebe, and Phebe and | never
did hitch horses together. And | want
him to succeed in the world"
But within a few days a new claimant
had arisen to Aunt Nedley's protection
and tender consideration.
"To be sure, she is no relation to me"
said Mrs. Medley. "But her mother
was my dearest friend, and / think /
will adopt her for my sake"
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
the East for a 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 anoth-
err"
She had waited and waited, and no
reply had arrived, and while she waited
a plan had developed itself in hel
mind.
"U she is her mothers daughter she
can't help being pretty" said Mrs. Ned
ley. "Phil is q handsome lad. She shall
marry Philp
And this explains Mrs. Nedley's pres.
ence at Hampden.
"I suppose you are still keeping
house for Philip" said she to Phebe,
as they drove along in the chill twi
light.
"No," said Phebe, skillfully guiding
the old horse down a steep place in the
road.
"He boards. eh?n said Mrs. Medley.
g he don't board, y answered Pilebe
"his wife keeps house for him.
"What?" said Mrs. Medley.
"He is married" announced Phebe,
very much in the tone in which she
might have said, 1T is a cold evening,
or, "the train is late"
"Philip married. remeated the ole
lady married Stop, Phebe; dom
drive a step furtherl Turn around a
once. Take me back TO the station. I'll
return to Concord"
"Ain't You going to see PHILIPPE
asked Phebe.
"Noti if he's married" ms wered Mrs
Medley, in a checked voice.
Hes got a proper nice wife," pleaded
Phebe. you'll like her.
mo, / shan'tln said Mrs. Medley
aPhilip-married. Phebe, If you DON
turn around I'll get out and walk"
Mrs. Nedley's will was like adamant
and Phebe Barrow was forced to sue
cumb to it.
And so il happened that Phebe an
the white nosed pony arrived, ~solitar,
and alone, at the little cottage Of tn
mill superintendent half an hour later
Phil. came out into the porch, carrying
q lamp in his hand.
Mrs. Phil. ran after him with a pinl
apron tied around her trim waist, an.
her brown fringe Of hair blowing bacl
from her forehead.
Where's my aunt?" said Phil, q
Phoebe jumped out. Didn't sh,
Gomez"
"She came" said Phoebe curtly; bu
she's gone back again.