The Mineral argus., 1885-01-22

"Yes. She didn't like IL because
you've got married; 20 she's gone back
BY the sos train"
"Oh, Phil. I" cried Mrs. Barrow, who
was . round, cherry-chesked little
woman, with soft, hazel eyes and .
mouth like rosebud. "Whst shall We
do? Why didn't you consult her be-
fore you married me?"
Phil. Barrow broke into great laugh.
my DEAR" said he. 1T wasn't her
consent I wanted; il was yours"
"Oh! But. Phil. she hes done 90
much for you."
"She's . good soul. but she's eccen-
tric." said the mill superintendent.
go in, Phoebe, and get your tes."
I'm sure I can't eat . mOuthful."
said Mrs. Phil, despa,ringly. "And the
biscuits I mixed myself; and the fried
chicken; and the White Mountain cake
-oh. Phil, oh, Phil!"
Don't fret, DEAR" said Phil, my
Aunt Medley has missed . very good
supper; that I can tell her."
"But I've blighted your future!' said
1rs. Barrow, tragically seizing the
wen 90 to Concord tomorrow and
see the old lady" soothed Phil. "Shs
must surrender il abe sees you WHEY"
Phebs chucklsd grimly.
That's all very we'll, said she. "but
you forget that An old lady and . young
man don't look at girl with the same
eyes,"
Hold your tongue. Phebe, said the
mill superintendent. "Whers's the use
Of always croaking!"
And then Mrs. Phil began to laugh.
and Phebe, who, after her grabbed
fashion. was fond Of her pretty Young
sister in-law, laughed also; and after all
the dainty little supper was eaten and
enjoyed, even though Aunt Nedleys
face was steadfastlly turned toward Con.
cord.
Her own fireside had never seemed
20 solitary - IL did upon that Novem-
Der night.
The maids, gossiping in the kitchen,
were called upon to rekindle the dead
nre. The tea, smoky and half cold,
was served, and Mrs. Nedly was just
resolving to 60 to bed, when Betsy
brought letter.
"Postman, mum, he left il . week
ago. Z" said she. 1T had fell down back
Of the letter box"
"Ah," said Mrs. Nedly. fitting on her
spectacles aud scrutinizing the seal and
directions, "from Silvia Gray! Now I
shall have some one TO love in PHILIPPE
place."
But she had not read three lines be.
fore she flung the letter Indignantly on
the sulking fire.
Married." she exclaimed. "That
child! Is everybody crazy to get mar
ried, I wonder? And she hopes I'll OK.
cuse her, hut her husband think-Folly
and nonsense! What il her husband
to me? Betsy, my chamber candle!"
BLESS me. ma'am!" said Betsy.
"What has happened?"
"Everything!" said Mrs. Medley.
Don't let me he called befors o'clock
tomorrow morning. almost wish
that ! could 60 to sleep and sleep for
ever!"
And Mrs. Medley in the silence and
solitude of her own room, fell TO think
ing to what charitable institution she
could leave her money.
With the Psalmist Of old she could
earnestly have cried: VANITY of vanity.
all il vanity"
II loved Philip" she said, "snd had
set my heart on Silvia Gray-and such
q match as it would have b.sen!"
She was sitting at her luncheon next
day, with the cockatoo ON one side OF
her and the poodle on the other, when
Betsy opened the door.
please. ma'sm," said Betsy, "com-
pany."
Betsy" said Mrs. Medley, severely,
II told you l was not at home to any
body to-day!"
please ma'am." siggled Betsy. "ho
would come in!"
'who would come imp" said Mrs.
Medley.
Its me, Aunt Medley" said Philip
Barrow, land my wife. Don't be
vexed."
The tall young mill superintendent
came in with his pretty wife hanging ON
his arm.
"Wont You kiss me. Aunt Medley"
said Mrs. Phil. putting up the rosebud
lips-''for my mothers sake?"
''Eh?" said Mrs. Medley.
Didn't You get my letter." said
Philips wife.
Letter"
Mrs. Medley was more convinced
than ever now that she was asleep and
dreaming.
II wrote you oil about it." said Mrs.
Phil. Don't YOU know? / am Silvia
Gray. l met Philip when he came out
to denver 10 look ut the new mill ma.
chinery, and he would be married I'M
mediately. He said he was sure you