The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1885-01-08

mill superintendent half an hour later.
Phil.came out into the porch, carrying
lamp in his hand.
Mrs. Phil. ran after him with j pink
apron tied around her trim waist, and
her brown fringe of hair blowing back
from her forehead. ssslsg
where's my aunt?" said Phil, a.
Phoebe jumped out. "Didn't she
Gomez"
"She came," said Phoebe CURLY, but
she's gone back again." d.
"Gone back again ?"
eyes. She didn't like il BECAUSE
you've got t1arrisa; so she's g0ns back
by the 500 train"
ooh, Phil. !" cried Mrs. Barrow, who
was round, cherry checked little
woman, with soft, hazel eyes and a
mouth like rosebud. What shall we
do2 Why didn't you consult her be-
fore you married mes" ,a, al
Phil. Barrow broke into i great laugh.
my DEAR" said he, ut wasn't her
consent I wanted it was yours"
"Ohl But, Phil, she has done so
much for you."
"She's good soul, but she's eccen-
tric," said the mill superintend emit.
eco in, Phoebe, and get your tea"
TIM sure I can't eat q mouthful,
said Mrs, Phil, despairingly. "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 q very good
supper; that can tell her."
"But I've bllghted yuir futtire!" said
Mrs. Barrow; tragically Selling the
sugar tongs.
well go to Concord tomorrow and
see the old lady," soothed Phil. "She
must surrender if she sees you WHEY.
Phebe chuckled grimlv.
"That's all very WE'LL" said she, "but
you forget that an old lady and young
man don't look at a girl with the same
eyes,"
Hold your tongue, phebe,' said 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 supper was eaten and
enjoyed, even though Aunt Nedley's
face was steadfastlly turned toward Con-
cord.
Her own fireside had never seemed
so solitary as it did upon that Novem-
Der 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. Nedly was just
resolving to go to bed, when Betsy
brought letter.
"Postman, mum, he left it week
ago." said she. "It 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 Philips
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 ex-
cuse her, but her husband think-Folly
and nonsense! What is 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 be called befors 8 o'clock
tomorrow morning. l almost wish
that I could go 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 is vanity"
II loved Philip" she said, "and I had
set my heart on Silvia Gray-and such
a match as it would have been!"
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'am," said Betsy, tcom-
pany."
Betsy" said Mrs. Medley, severely,
81 told you was not at home to any
body to-day!"
"Ploase ma'am," giggled Betsy. che
would come in!"
"Who would come in?" said Mrs
Medley.
''I'ts 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.
won't 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 all about ii" said Mrs.
Phil. ''Don't you know? am Silvia
Gray. I met Philip when he came out
to denver TO look at tho new mill ma
chinery, and he would be married i'm
mediately. He said he was sure you
would forgive him. Will you forgive
him Aunt Nedley?" t
Eyes, my dear, I WILL" said Mrs.
Medley, her face Frightening up like the
full moon peeping through mist wreaths.
"But why didn't they tell me you were
Silvia Gray?"
philip wanted to surprise you" said
Silvia, hanging her head.
"Well, he has surprised me-" said
Mrs. 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 prais-
ed Silvia's chicken salad and prune
pies, and she even condescended to ap-
prove of Phebe's half completed silk
for life was all couleur de
rose for her now. e
It is a great thing for woman of
Mrs. Nedley's age to have her own way.