The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1885-01-01
A LOVE MATCH.


brightest of sunlight, the greatest
frame of quivering leaves to make them
at all presentable. And in the gray,
uncompromising medium of the No.
vember dusk Hampden looked dreary
enough, with the dark chimney of the
new silk mill rising out of the hemlock
woods, the staring Queen Annie depot,
the church, which bore a strong family
resemblance to child's wooden toy,
and the stone quarry to the left, which
reminded the thoughtful locker on
of a gigantic fortifcation in an I'M
finished state.
"Humph!" said Mrs. Medley as she
looked around her. "A queer looking
place."
Her niece Phebe was there to meet
her with box wagon and white
nosed old horse.
"Folks can't always choose where
they're to ive," said Phebe, who was
always in state of antagonism to Mrs.
Medley, and Hampden is good enough
for me-"
GLOW is Philip" asked Mrs. Medley.
"Philip is well," said Phebe, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt Ned
leys's trunk into the wagon.
Philip Barrow was Mrs. Nedley's TO-
vorite nephew. She had paid his bills
at school, superintendent his fortunes
and finally purchased for him share
in the new silk mills.
"He's all I've got," said Mrs. Medley,
Except Phebe, and Phebe and I never
did hitch horses together. And want
him to succeed in the world"
But within few days new claimant
had arisen to Aunt Nedley's protection
and tender consideration.
ITO be sure, she is no relation to me, "
said Mrs. Medley. "But her mother
was my dearest friend, and I think I
will adopt her for my sake"
And it was scarcely an hour from the
time in which she learned that Silvia
Gray was an orphan that she wrote q
kind letter to the girl, inviting her to
the East for visit.
IF you like it, my dear, there need
be no occasion for your going back"
she wrote. eve are both alone.
Let us be companions to one anoth-
er."
She had waited and waited, and no
reply had arrived, and while she waited
plan had developed itself in her
mind.
IF she is her mothers daughter she
can't help being pretty" said Mrs. Ned
ley. "Phil is handsome lad. She shall
marry Phil"
And this explains Mrs. Nedley's pres
ence at Hampton.
II suppose you are still keeping
house for Philip" said she to Phebe,
as they drove along in the chill twi-
light.
mo-" said Phebe, skillfully guiding
the old horse down a steep place in the
road.
"He boards, eh?" said Mrs. Medley.
"No he don't board, answered Phebe;
"his wife keeps house for him.
"What?" said Mrs. Medley.
HE IS married." announced Phebe,
very much in the tone in which she
might have said, 1T is cold evening""
or, "the train is late"
'tPhilip married!" remeated the old
LADY, married! Stop, Phebe; don't
drive step further!~ Turn around at
once. Take me- back to the station. I'll
return to Concord"
"Ain't you going to see Phillip ?"
asked Phebe. =. =. e Z o. e
mot if he's married." answered Mrs.
Medley, III . checked voice. ...ss ~ s
He's got aproper nice wife, pleaded:
Phebe You'll like her.
No, shan t e! e said. rs. Medley
Philip married Rhebe, if You dont,
turn around I'll MT ont md 1870
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