Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-01-15
A LOVE MATCH.

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finished places, which require the
brightest Of sunlight, the greenest
frame OF Guivering leaves to make
them at all presentable. And IN the
gray. uncompromising medium of the
November dusk Hampden looked
dreary enough, with the dark chin
new of the new silk mill ris Ig out of
the bemlock woods, the staring Queen
Anne depot, the church, which bore a
strong family resemblance to child's
wooden toy, and the stone quarry to
the left, which reminded the thought
full looker-on of gigantic fortitica-
ton in an unfinished state.
"Humph ~ said Mrs. Medley, as she
looked around her. "a queer place y
Her niece, Phebe, was there to meet
her with box wagoA and white
nosed old horse.
"Folks can't always choose where
they're TO live, " said Phebe, who was
ALWAYS in d state of antagonism to
Mrs. Medley, land Hampden is good
enough for me"
"How is Philip2" asked Mrs Ned
ley.
"PhiGp is well, said Phebe, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt
Nedleys trunk into the wagon.
Philip Barrow was Mrs Nedley's
favorite nephew. She had paid his
bill at school, superintended his for
tunes, and hsally purchased for him
a share ia the new silk mills.
Hes all I've got, said Mrs. Ned
lev, Except Phebe, and Phebe and l
never did bitch horses together. And
| want him to succeed ia the world"
But within few days ney claim
ant had arisen to Aunt Medley s
protection and tender consideration.
ITO be sure, she is no relation to
me-" said Mrs. Medley bat her
mother was my dearest friend, and |
think | viii 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 o kind letter to the girl in
vihng her to come to the East for a
visit.
'If you like it my dear, there need
be no occasion for going back, " she
wrote. We are both alone. Let us
be companions to one another
She had waited and waited, and no
reply had arrived; and while she
waited a plan had developed itself in
her mind.
IF she is her mothers daughter,
she can't help being pretty, said Mrs.
Medley. Phil is q handsome lad.
She shall marry Phill'
And this explains Mrs. Nedley's
presence at Hampton.
81 suppose you are still keeping
house for PHILIPPE SAID she to Phebe,
as they drove along in the chill twi-
light
mo, said Phebe, skillfully guild
in the road. q
"He boards, EN-" said Mrs. Ned
ley,
Phebe; "his wife keeps house for
him
What said Mrs. Medley.
He is married, announced Phebe.
very mach in the tone in which she
might have said, 1T is a cold even
ing" or 1.-The tram is late.
Philip married" repeated the old
lady-"married Stop, Phebe; don't
drive q step furtherl Turn around at
once Take me back to the station.
I'll return to Concord
Amt you going to see Philip"
asked Phebe.
mot if he's married, answered
Mrs. Medley. in a choked voice.
He's got a proper, nice wife, =
pleaded Phebe. You'll like her.
mo, l shantm said Mrs. Medley.
'Philip-married Phebe, if you
don't turn around III get out and
walk.
Mrs NedIey's will was like ada,
mant, and Phebe Barrow. was forced
to succumb to it,
And so it happened that Phebe and
the whte-nosed pouey arrived, solitary
and alone, at the little cottage Of the
mill superintendent half an hour
later
Phil. came out into the porch, car
ryine lamp in his hand.
Mrs. Phil. ran after him with pink
apron tied around her trim waist and
uef Drown lfluRt vi HAlf blowing
back from her forehead.
Where's my auntl' said Phil. as
Phebe jumped out. Didn't SHE
conner
She came, said Phebe CURLY "bu
she's gone back again "
Gone back again.
Yes. She didn't like it because
you got married; so she's gone bacl
on the sos train.
ooh, Philip" cried Mrs. Barrow
who was a round, cherry checked lit
tie woman, with soft, hazel eyes anC
a mouth like a rosebud. What shall
we dol Why didn't YOU consult he
before you married me2'
Phil Barrow broke into grea
laugh.
my dear said he, 1t wasn't he
consent l wanted it was yours.
"0h But, Phil, she has done S,
much for you.
She's good soul, but she's eccen