The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-12-24
SHE F0RGAVE THEM.
The Trials of an Aunt with Her
Favorites.

the train got into Hampton. Hamp
den was one of those new, unfinished
places which require the brightest Of
sunlight, the greenest frame of culver.
ing leaves, to make them at all pre-.
sentable. And in the gray uncompro-
missing medium of the Decent Der dusk
Hampden looked dreary enough, with
the dark chimney Of the new silk mill
rising out of the hemlock woods, the
staring depot, the church, which bore
strong family resemblance to child's
wooden toy, and the stone quarry to
the left, which reminded the thought
full looker-on of q gigantic fortifcation
in an unfinished state.
"Humphr' said Mrs Medley, Us she
looked around her. "a queer place. -
Her niece, Phebe, was there to meet
her with o box-wagon and white
nosed old horse.
"Folks can't always choose where
they're to live" said Phebe, who was
always in state of antagonism to Mrs.
Medley, land Hampden is good enough
for me. "
"How is Philip" asked Mrs. Ned.
ley.
"Philip is WE'LL" said Phebe, as she
helped the depot boy to hoist Aunt
Nedley's trunk into the wagon.
Philip Barrow was Mrs. Medley
favoritc nephew. She had paid his
bills at school, superintendent his fort,
unes, and finally purchased share
Tor him in the new silk mills.
Hes all I've got" sad Mrs. Ned
ley, Except Phebe, and Phebe and
never did hitch homes together. And
l want him to succeed in the world. y
But within Il few days new claim
ant had arisen to Aunt Nedley's pro-
lection and tender consideration.
ITO be sure, she is no relation to
me, said Mrs Medley, "but her moth
er was my dearest friend, and | think
! viii adopt her for my sake u"
And it was scarcely an hour from
the time in which she learned Sylvia
Gray was an orphan that she wrote a
kind letter to the girl inviting her to
come to the east for visit.
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 another"
She had waited and waited, and no
reply had arrived; and, while she
waited, a plan had developed itself in
her mind.
Ii she is her mothers daughter,
she can't help being pretty" said
Mrs Medley. "Phil is a handsome
lad. She shall marry Philr''
And this explains Mrs. Medley S
presence at Hampden.
Il suppose you are still Keeping
house for Philip" said Mrs. Medley,
MS they drove along in the chill twi-
light
No." said Phebe, skillfully guild
ing the old horse down n steep place
in the road.
He boards, eh?" said Mrs. Ned
ley,
,"sNo, he don't board" answered
Phebe; his wife keeps house for
him.
Whats" said Mrs. Medley.
''He is married." announced Phebe
very much in the tone in which she
might have said: alt is n cold even
ing" or, The train is late"
philip married. repeated the olu
lady; married! Stop, Phebe; don't
take me step further! Turn around
ut once. Take me back to the station.
Ill return to Concord"
Amt you going to see Philip"
asked Phebe.
Not if he is married. answered.
Mrs. Medley, in choked voice.
He's got n proper, nice wife, -
pleaded Phebe. You'll like her."
mo, sha'n't," said Mrs. Medley.
"Philip-married. Pnebe, 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 toit.
And so it happened that Phebe an
the white-noSed pony arrived. solitary
and alone, at the little cottage OF
the mill superintendent half an hour
later.
Phil came out into the porch, carry.
ing lamp in his hand.
Mrs. Phil ran after him with pink
apron tied around her trim waist and
her brown fringe of hair flowing back
from her forehead.
where's my auntp" said Phil, as
Phebe jumped out. Didn't she
cone?n
"She came" said Phebe, CURLY.
"but she's gone back again.
"Gone back again?"
"Yes. She didn't like it because
you've cot married, so she's gone back
by the 500 train.
"Oh, Phil" cried Mrs. Barrow, who
was a round, cherry-cheeked little
woman, with soft hazel eyes and a
mouth like a rosebud, What shall we
do? Why didn't you consult her be.
fore you married me?"
Phil Barrow broke into great
laugh.
my DEAR" he said, it wasn't her
consent | wanted; it was yours.
"Oh! But, Phil she has done So
much for you.
"She's good soul, but she's eccen-
tric, " said the mill superintendent.
$50 in, Phebe, and get your tea. "
I'm sure can't eat mouthful, y
said Mrs. Phil, despairingly. "And
the biscuits | mixed myself; and the
fried chicken; and the White mountain
cake-oh, Phil, oh, Philr'
Don't fret, DEAR" said Phil; .'my
Aunt Medley has missed very good
supper, that can tell her.
But | have blighted your future, !"
said Mrs. Barrow. tragically Selling
the sugar-tongs.
"We'll go to Concord tomorrow
and see the old lady, soothed Phil.
"She must surrender if she sees you,
wiley"
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