The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-01-16
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Dy Ju6 Quo Uralu.
ooh, Phil. !" cried Mrs. Barrow, who
was a round, cherry-cheeked littla
woman, with soft, hazel eyes and :
mouth like a rosebud. "What shall va
do? Why didn't you consult her be-.
fore you married me?"
Phil. Barrow broke into a great laugh.
"My DEAR" said he, ut wasn't her
consent l wanted it was yours"
ooh! But, Phil, she has done %
much for you"
"She's a good soul, but she's eccen-
trio" said the mill superintendent.
"Go in, Phoebe, and get your tea.n
I'm sure / can't eat a mouthful.n
said Mrs. Phil, despalringly. Sand the
biscuits l mixed myself; and the fried
chicken; and the White Mountain cake
oh, Phil, oh, Phil"
Don't fret, DEAR" said Phil, emy
Aunt Medley has missed a very good
supper; that I can tell her"
"But I've bllghted your future!" said
Mrs. Barrow, tragically seizing the
sugar tongs.
well go to Concord tomorrow and
see the old lady," soothed Phil. aShe
must surrender if she sees you WHEY"
Phebe chuckled grimlv.
That's all very we'll, " said she, shut
you forget that an old lady and ayoung
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 W freside had never seemed
so solitary as it did upon that Novem-
Der night.
The maids, gossiping III 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 a letter.
"Postman, num-, he left it q week
ago." said she. at had fell down back
of the letter box"
"Ah," said Mrs. Nealy. fitting on her
| spectacles aud scrutinizing the seal and
directions, from Silvia Gray Now I
shall have some n to love in Philips
place"
BIT she had not read three lines be-
fore she flung the letter Indignantly IN
the sulking fire.
married." she exclaimed. "That
child Is everybody crazy to get mar
ried, / wonder? And she hopes I'll ex-
cuse her, but her husband think-Folly
and nonsensel 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 s o'clock
tomorrow morning. | almost wish
that 1 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 / had
set m; 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 n side OF
her and the poodle on the other, when
Betsy opened the door.
please, ma'am," said Betsy, com
pany."
Betsy" said Mrs. Medley, severely,
IT told you / was not at home to any
body to-day"
please ma'an,,' giggled Betsy. "he
would come inl"
'sWho would come ina" said Mrs.
Medley.
ITS 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-tfor my mothers sake?"
"Eh?' said Mrs. Medley.
Didn't you got my letter." said
Philips wife.
LETTER.
Mrs. Medley was more convinced
than aver now hat she was asleep anu
dreaming.
81 wrote you all about it. said Mrs.
Phil. Don't You know? / am Silva
Gray. I met Philip when he came out
to denver TO look at the new mill ma
chinery, and he would be married Inn
mediately. He said he was sure you
would forgive him. Will you forgive
him Aunt Nedley?"
Yes, my dear, / WILL said Mrs
Nedley. her face FRIGHTENING up like the