The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1885-01-02
A LOVE MATCH

at all presentable: And in the gray,
ancompromising medium Of the No.
vember dusk Hampden looked drearj
enough, with the dark chimney of the
new silk mill rising out of the hemloci
woods. the staring Queen Annie depot,
the church, which bore a strong family
resemblance to childs wooden toy,
and the stone quarry to the left, which
reminded the thoughtful locker on
Of q gigantic fertilization in an un-
finished state.
"Humphl" said Mrs. Medley as she
looked around her. IA queer looking
place."
Her niece Phebe was there to NEE,
her with box wagon and d 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-"
"How is Philip" asked Mrs. Medley.
"Philip is WE'LL" said Phet,e, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt Ned
leyss trunk into the wagon.
Philip Barrow was Mrs. Nedley's TO-
vorite nephew. She had paid his bills
at school, superintended 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 never
did hitch horses together. And I 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
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 whit.
IF you like it, my dear, there need
be no occasion for your going back, {"
she wrote. 1--WE are both alone.
Let us be companions to one snoth.
en-"
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 Nedleys pres.
ence at Hampden.
II suppose you are still keeping
house for Philip" said she to Phebe,
as they drove along in the chill twi-
light.
"No." said Phebe, skillfully guiding
the old horse down Q 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 Q cold evening"
or, "the train is late"
''Philip married." remeated the old
lady married! Stop, Phebe; don't
drive a step furtherl Turn around ct
once. Take ms back to the station. I'll
return to Concord"
"Ain't you going to ses Phillip ?"
asked Phebe.
"Not if he's married." answered Mrs.
Medley, in q checked voice.
"He's got a proper nice wife, " pleaded
Phebe. you'll like her."
"No, I shant" said Mrs. Medley.
"Phiip-married. Phebe, if you don't
turn around I'll get out and walk"
Mrs. Nedley's will was like adamant.
and Phebe Barrow was forced to sue
cumb to it.
And SO it happened that Phebe and
the white-nosed pony arrived, solitary
and alone, at the Little Gotta &c Of tile