The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1885-10-28

what shall We do? Why didn
you consult her before you marie
me ?"
Phil Barrow broke into a grea
laugh.
MY DEAR, said he, ''it wasn't be
consent l wanted it was yours"
"Oh! But. Phil, she has done 8
much for you"
"She's a good soul, but she's &c
centric" said the mill superinten
dent. "Go in, ,Phebe, ,andget yourtea.
Pm sure can: eat a mouthful,
said Mrs. Phil. despairingly. San,
the biscuits l mixed myself; an,
the fried chicken and the Whit
Mountain cake Oh, Phil! oh
Philp
Don't fret, dear !" said Phil. an,
Aunt Medley has missed very goot
supper that l can tell her."
"But I've blighted your future 7
said Mrs. Barrow, tragically seizin,
the sugar t0ngs.
"We'll go 20 Concord tomorrow
and see the old lady," soothed Phil
"She must surrender If she sees you
wifeyr
Phebe chuckled grimly.
That's all very WE'LL" said she
"but you forget that an Old lady anc
a young man don't look at CIR
with the same eyes"
Hold your tongue, Pheber 7 sait
the mill superintendent. Where'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 sup.
per was eaten and enjoyed, even
though Aunt Nedley's face was
steadfastly turned toward Concord
Her own fireside had never seemed
so solitary and dreary as it did upon
that November night.
The maids, gossiping in the kitch.
en-, were called up to re-kindle the
dead fire. The tea, smoky and halt
cold, was served, and Mrs. Medley
was just resolving to 60 to bed, when
Betsey brought letter.
"Postman, mum, he left it a week
ago." said she. 1T had fell down
back of the letter-box."
"Ah," said Mrs. Medley, fitting on
her spectacles and scrutinizing the
seal and directions, from Silvia
Grey. Now l shall have some one to
love in Philips place p
Bnt she had not read three lines
before she flung the letter indignant
ly ON the sulking fire.
Married !" she exclaimed. THAT
child !" Is everybody crazy to get
married, / wonder? And she hopes
I'll excuse her, but her husband
thinks-Folly and nonsense! What
is her husband to me? Betsey, my
chamber candleI"
"BIess me, ma'am ~ said Betsey.
"What has happened?"
''Evsrything" exclaimed Mrs.
Medley. Don't let me be called be-
fore eight O'Clock in the morning. l
almost wish that l could 60 to sleep
and sleep forever %
And Mrs. Medley. in the silence
and solitude of her own room, fell to
to what institution she
could leave her money.
She was sitting at her luncheon
the next day, with the cockatoo on
one side of her and the poodle on
the other, when Betsy opened the
door.
please. ma'am, said Betsy, ''com-
"Betsey,' said Mrs. Medley, severe
ly, Il told you l was not at home to
any body to-day !"
please, ma'am," giggled Betsey,
he would come In
"Who would come in ?" said Mrs.
Medley.
sits me, Aunt Medley" said
Philip Barrow, land my wife. Don't
be vexedl"
The tall young mill superintend-
snt came in, with his pretty wife
leaning on his arm.
Wont you kiss me, Aunt Ned
ey," said Mrs. Phil, putting up the
lips ''for my mothers sake"
''Eh ?" said Mrs. Medley.
Didn't you get my letter ?" said
Philips wife.
Letter p
Mrs. Medley was more convinced
han ever that she was asleep and
1reaming.
Il wrote you all about it." said
Mrs. Phil. Don't you know? l am
Silvia Grey. l met Philip when he
,ame out to Denver to look at the
new mill-machinery, and he would
be married Immediately. He said
be was sure you would forgive him,
Aunt Medley ?"
"Yes, my dear, | will" said Mrs.
Medley, her face Frightening up
ike the full moon peeping through
"But why didn't they
ell me you were Silvia Grey ?"
Philip wanted to surprise you,"
aid Silvia, hanging her head.
We'll, he has surprised me-" said
Mrs. Medley.
She went back to Hampden with
he mill superintendent and his wife.
md slept in the pretty pink and
white bedroom which Silvia had
prepared for her with so much pains;
md she praised Silvia's chicken sal
ID and prune-pies, and she even
'ondescended to approve of Phebe's
lalf-completed silk couuterpane; for
ife was all couleur de rose for her
low.
1t is a great thing for a woman Of
Mrs. Nedley's age to have her own
way Helen Forrest Graces.
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