New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-02
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
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MIR. Grey was a man who, had com
nitted q great blunder. He had re-
tired! And now time hung heavily on
his hands, and he knew not what to
do with himself. So, forlaek Of better
occupation, he5ttook to calling on a
plump widow Of his acquaintance,
who had remarkable pretty daugh-
ter. se
Bessie Peploe was a younger edition
OF her mother. They had the same
black eyes, rosy cheeks, and wavy hair,
and, truth compels us to add, the same
quick temper.
"I'll never marry old Gray" Bessie
told Mrs. Peploe, definitely, after the
manner ofthe young lady who refused a
man before he faxed her, " for Mr.. Grey
had not yet proposed, although every
evening he presented himself at the
widows dwelling, and sat by the fire
side, in the most comfortable chair in
the room.
eve shall see,' returned the elder
lady, and her bright eyes flashed, for
she had set her mind upon the marriage,
and already regarded Bessie as the
mistress of Mr.. Grey's comfortable
house, in the High street OF the COM
Portable little town in which thew re-
sided. b. m
eyes, we shall see,' muttered Bessie,
and putting on her hat, slipped out to
have q walk with her admirer, Jack
Watkins, to whom she confded her
trouble.
Jack was poor, and for that reason
had refrained from Offering his hand to
pretty Bessie; but when She told him
that old Grey was after her, he, could
no longer disguise his feelings, and be-
fore they parted the girl he loved had
consented to be his wife.
"What will mother say?" thought
Bessie, with a sigh, as they parted at
the gate Of Mrs. Peploe'slittle cottage
f'That horrid man will bethere.'' >,
That horrid man was there, in an
armchair, opposite Mrs. Peploe.
He smiled at Bessie as she entered;
but Bessie frowned at, him in return,
and his face fell. That evening the girl
was absolutely sullen; she spoke in
monosyllables, aud ill-temper depriv-
ed her pretty face Of half it's beauty.
~ am afraid her mind lis set against
it, /" Mr.. Gray told himself with sigh,
@'and we mig int all be SO happy, j, she,
could only look at the matter in a
proper light; but I supposelit's natur.
And he redoubled his efforts to be
agreeable poor little man! for he had
an affectionate heart, and his big1 house
was dull and lonely. !. yy- - -, ...
But Bessie's face never relaxed it's
set expression.
She hated the man, and meant to
let him see it, in defiance of her moth
,er's angry glances. What bushes had
a man old enough to be her father to
come counting her? e..
'You have behaved disgracefully,''
her mother said, when Mr.. Gray had
taken his departure. cit is so wicked
to triie with the love OF any man.
81 have never trifed with his love, :"
retorted her daughter; chemist know
that I hate him. I have never at !!
tempted to disguise it-now, have I
mother?" sl''5. - ? e.
"You are a fool" said her mother,
bluntly. "Mr. Gray the best chance
you have ever had, or ever will have,
and insist on your saying yes when
he asks you to be his wife, y az
"Mother,'' cried Bessie, impulsively
throwing her arms around her
mothers waist and hiding her face in
her bosom. Mother, I have already
said yes to somebody else somebody
/ love very dearly" ~ y ~
<What!"
cit is true enough, I" said Bessie, in a
faltering voice: "Jack has asked me
to marry him, and have said yes.'
"Without consulting mel" exclaimed
her mother, angrily, looking; at her
with a stern, reproachful face.
81 love him. returned Bessie. "He
is the only man in the world that I
could ever care for"
''Stuff and nonsense!" cried Mrs. Pep
1oe. Given if [ liked the young man
which Idon' t-your marrying would
be out Of the question. He can't al
ford to keep YOU 5-.t
~ am not afraid Of poverty" said
Bessie, bravely, "besides we are not
going to marry in haste. We can
watt"
"Poor fool" and Mrs. Pep]oe's lips
curled. II know what this waiting
means for the woman. She goes on
trusting and believing IN his promises,
and then when her beauty has faded,
he turns around and marries someone
else. That's how it ends" 2
Given then, said Bessie, "the wom-
an is better, off than if she had tied
herselfrto somebody she conld not
love- .,..~...
ooh, yes, you are madrquite mad,''
returned Mrs. Peploe; nbut thank
goodness, you have a mother who
Won't allow you to make an idiot of
yourself. You will marry Mr.. Gray,
and forget all about that misguided
young man who ought to be ashamed