Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-09-26
Mrs. Trelon's Trouble.

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the time spring was fairly out Of
swaddling clothes until the autumn
winds blew her back into the house
She was such II tiny, fragile Old la.
dy that a gentle gale could have
waited her away, coffee cup III
hand, but the light breeze that was
stirring one September morning
treated her tcnderly. 1t lifted a
corner of her feecy shawl, it tossed
a bright yellow maple leaf into
her lap, and it even ventnred to
Jake some liberties with her white
HAIR, but, on the whole, it forbore
to play any impish tricks on the
mistress of the Trelon homestead.
She dwelt alone there; she could
not be lured away by her married
daughters to New York or New
port. She was waiting patiently
for the day when her son should
grow weary Of roaming, and return
to step into his fathers shoes. Mrs
Trelou loved the fair domain that
she had ruled over for so many
wears. but she was eager to abdi-
cate in favor OF her sons wife,
Unluckily he had no wife, he did
not seem to have any wish to step
into his fathers shoes, or bring a
young mistress to the old home
stead. E[e wandered aimlessly up
and down the world, and stamps on
the letters he sent to his mother
we're as likely to be Russian or
Turkish as French or German.
Mrs. Trelon was quite sure that
a letter would come from him this
morning, and while she slipped
her coffee and broke her roll, her
eyes strayed down the maple Shad.
ed avenue to the gate. Round and
round the great sloping lawn the
gardner drove the mower, and he
had reduced the space of unshorn
grass to the size Of atable-cloth,
when the coachman trotted a pur-
sy cob toward the house. His clean
ruddy face was one broad smile as
he alighted at the veranda. ga
letter from MIR. D:ek,u he said. IL
was he who had taught Master
Dick to throw a chubby leg over a
nonv,s hack. UAnd it's from Lon.
don. and London amt far away"
He gave the letter to his mistress,
and then pretended to find some
thing amiss with the saddle glrth.
lie drew it up tighter, causing the
fat cob to lay back his ears and nip
the empty air; and he let it ont
again, meanwhile glancing furtively
at Mrs. Trelon over his shoulder
She had hardly begun to read the
letter when she gave a soft, lnvol,
untary little cry.
"Nothing wrong, ma'amf" said
the willy coachman.
"Thomas, he is coming home
Dick is coming home," cried Mrs.
Trelon, in tremor of excitement.
81 knew it soon as | set eyes on
that letter. said Thomas, who al
ways waited to hear the news, and
always pretended to have guessed
it from the postlnnrk. ".And when
will he be here, ma'am7"
ain ten days-the Servia--the Sd
of Octoher-oh, Thomas!" and little
Mrs. Trelon forgot herself so far as
to wipe her eyes on her napkin.
She was ashamed of her weakness,
and looked sternly at Thomas, who
mounted his cob and rode toward
the stables, muttering something
about Mr.. Dicks needing new hor-
SEES. Mrs. Trelon read the letter
again, the hand that held the sheet
of paper trembling a little. the
ewes that scanned the lines filling
with tears Of joy.
"I shall be at home in ten days."
Dick wrote, s'probably on the third
of the month, and You may pray
for the safe passage of the Servia'
ut will, l hope, be the last time
that I cross the sea for many along
day. am tired of foreign lands;
I am tired Of roaming; want to
settle down. When a bachelor
saws that, it is rather suspicious, l
suppose; It hints at white cockades
and orange flowers and the march
from Lohengrin. Perllaps-oh, the
world is full of perhapses! Shall |
confess something's During the
past two or three years have often
thought that L was foolish to have
run away from home as | did. Still
| was only a boy. Running away
may have been the wlsest thing to
do. for if | had stayed at home l
should have been a boy until | was
gray haired-at least i'll the eyes OF
the neighbors. They may now re-
gard me differently, but I dare say
that some will remind me that day
before yesterday / was trading
marbles End flying kites. Nothing
but matrimony will prove that Lam
really grown up, and / shall have
to try If she may at last be perSua
ded to accept my heart and me. !
wonder if my chances are any bet,
ter than they were were at three
and-twentyf At that age was
told to 60 forth and learn my OWL
MUD, and l obcyed. On my re
turn ] shall attempt to show thai
| have learned my own mind, and
learned it thoroughly.
"Thcre is snch comfort in writing