The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1885-02-13

biscuits l mixed myself; and the fried
chicken, and the White mountain cake
oh, Phil oh, Philip
Don't fret, DEAR" said Phil, "my
Aunt Medley has missed very good sup
per; that | can tell her."
"But I've blighted your future" said
Mrs. Barrow, tragically Selling the
sugar tongs.
"We1l go to Concord tomorrow and
see the old lady," soothed Phil. She
must surrender if she sees you, WHEY"
Phebe chuckled grimly,
"That's all very WE'LL" said she, "but
you forget that an old lady and young
man don't look ut girl with the same
eyes"
Hold your tongue, Phebe," said the
mill superintendent. " Where's the use
of always croakingl"
And then Mrs Phil began to laugh,
and Phebe, who after her Grabbed
fashion, was fond of her pretty young
sisterin-law, laughed also; and, after all
the dainty little supper was eaten and
enjoyed, even though Aunt Nedley's
face was steadfastly turned toward Con-
cord.
Her own Preside had never seemed so
solitary and dreary as it did upon that
November night.
The maids, gossiping in the kitchen,
were called upon to rekindle the dead fire.
The tea, smoky and half cold, was
served, and Mrs. Medley was just re-
solving to go to bed when Betsey
brought letter.
''Pc stman, num- he left it a week
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back of the letter box"
"Ah," said Mrs. Medley, fitting on her
spectacles and scrutinizing the seal and
directions. "from Silvia Grayl Now l
shall have some one to love in Philips
place."
But she had not read three lines before
she flung tie letter Indignantly on the
sulking tire.
Married " she exclaimed. "That
child Is everybody crazy to get married,
l wonder2 And she hopes I'll excuse
her, but her husband thinks-folly and
nonsensel What is her husband to me2
Betsy, my chamber candle"
'Bless me, maaml" said Betsy.
"What has happenedp
"Everything" said Mrs. Medley.
"Don't let me be called before eight
o'clock omorrow morning. almost wish
that could go to sleep and sleep forever. "
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 vanities,
all is vanity"
81 loved Philip" she said, "and l
had set my heart on Silvia-and such
match it would have BEEN"
She was sitting at her luncheon the
next day, with the cockatoo on one side
of her and the poodle on the other9when
Betsy opened the door
please, ma am" said Betsy, 'com-
pany."
Betsy" said Mrs. Medley, severely,
81 told you was not at home to anybody
to day"
please ma'am," giggled Betsy, che
would come in.
"Who would come in2" said Mrs.
Medley.
Its me, Aunt Medley" said Philip
Barrow, land my wife. Don't be vexed. D."
The tall young mill superintendent
came in, with his pretty wife hanging
on his arm.
"Won't you kiss me, Aunt NedleyW
said Mrs. Phil, putting up her rosebud
lips--''for my mothers sake"
"Ehl' 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 dream
ing.
Il wrote you all about it., said Mrs.
Phil. Don't You know! | am Silvia
Gray. met Philip when he came out
to Denver to look at the new mill ma
chincry, and he would be married i'm
mcdiately. He said he was sure YOU
would forgive him. Win you forgive
him, Aunt Medley"
YES, my dear; l will" said Mrs.
Medley, her face Frightening up like the
full moon peeping through mist wreaths;
"but why didn't they tell ne you were
Silvia Grayi'
"Philip wanted to surprise you," said
Silvia, hanging her head.
"Well, he has surprised me-" said
Aunt Medley.
She went back to Hampden with the
mill superintendent and his wife, and
slept in the pretty pink and white bed
room which Silvia had prepared for her
with SO much pains; and she praised
Sllvia's chicken salad and prune pies,
and she even condcscended to approve
of Phebe's half-completed silk counter
pane; for life was all couleur de rose for
hel now. Marion Crawford.
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