The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1886-05-07
VOL. XVII.-NEw SERIES.
From the Albany Argus
COIN ENCES.
HE STORY OF IN EVERY DAY LIFE.

At the time that Fichte Ransom, Professor of
Scientific Philosophy, forty years old, and a
bachelor, brought home to the College town q
bride of eighteen Boston summers, all of the
good folks said that he must have made some
mistake.
The young thing was pretty, shy, demurc
aud delicate and all agree that rs knmming-
birds are not fit to be in eagles eyries, she was
not worthy TO be the mistress Of the great
scholars home. The President said it, tile
minister said it, and Mary Smith said it, Mary
had hoped to become Mrs Ransom; but week
after she had pronounced on the Profess or' 8
blund er, she bad married Joe Blake, the engi-
nccr. This was another mistake, people said,
for Mary was plump, matronly girl, and Joe
was too much in love with his bottle to have q
very deep affection for WIFE,
But the modern gossip is removed some ways
from a prophet, and all in due time Mrs Pro-
fessor Ransom proved herself worthy of her
position, and Joe Blake demonstrated the fact
that ho could be q good husband Of course
the Professors wife never did make light bread
md Joe spent no small part of his time at the
ale-house, but, taken all in all, the Ransoms
and Blakcs got cn very nicely. The last
shadow of the gossip was removed when Mrs.
Ransom stopped her carriage on tho street to
ask Joo what lie had named the baby, and
some months later when Professor Ransom
called at Mrs. Blake's and compared the wee
thing in tho engineers arms with his own little
one.
After this the Professor bought the little cot
tagc across the way from his own fine house,
and sold it TO Joe; and Mrs. Blake did sewing
for Mrs Ransom and Hattie Blake and Tom
mic Ransom were playmates together.
Seven summers had been purified by sovcn
winters, and III the eighth there came chill and
dreary day. The day had a freezing night, and
out Of its sky silvery moon looked upon the
cold, white face Of the Professors wife, dead,
and tiny infant but week old by her side
Mary Blake went through the snow to robe
the lady for burial, and sat by the body through
the night. Then the morning came, and with
it came an electric pulsaton of the thrill of
sorrow. There had been an accident out on
the Central, and the engineer had met q fright
full death. Joseph Blake, aged corty-two-and
Prof Ransom sent the widow message Of con-
dolence.
Mrs. Blake went forth to the coming years Il
wise woman. She had the mortgage, and she
had her child she paid the mort gage and she
made the child her all, her hope, and her
strength. Over the way the Professors Yer
mont sister was installed, aud the master was
far away in foreign lands. The babe was Aunt
PhTbe's charge and Tom was growing boy
who had . heart for mischief and Il hand for
youthful will Grave and refined like his
father, and with his mothers features and
sunny hair, lie was child, ana yet had not
childhood. lie had played with Hattie Blake
but before he had passed into his teens the two
studied together, aud the hoy lei the girl
through the mazcs Of school-day life. The
widows daughter did not love her books. but
learned easily, and the boy had to recognize
her at tho hca! Of the seminary class. A fairy
girl, she n quiet lad. he
The widow had planned Hattie future as
teaching. The Professor had marked out the
law for his son. And the two children were in
accord with both Of these plans.
Tom was fifteen when his father came homo
from his foreign wanderings, aud took up his
former work at the College.
There are two thing. TO come. the Pro-
fessor said to his sister, methodically. Tom
must leave schoo'' ana be htted for College by
my own manu-, and must marry again.
The two things came. Tom was disappoint-
cd because Of his private tutelagc, but he had
nothing to say. lie wanted to become the man
his father wished to sec him. and he had no
idea of any way of objection And thc
matter OF marriage was well up 10 the fine
fact
Mrs. Worhington st. Clair was lady Of
Paris Of fashion. and Of wealth n lady o,rito
well fitted TO be the scholars scconI wifo Va