Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-08-05


lat that if you do she nor You shall
never find q home beneath my roof! That
all I've got 10 say ~
"But, father, once for all, what is you
objection to Miss Weston 2"
"Ain't she q city girl, sir?"
Granted. But is that a crime or q dis
grsceP'
Don't she wear her hair frizzled and
scrimped Owe her forehead like our two
year bull ? and q waterfall, as you call II
(suseringly), on the top o. her head, bil
enough to hold n O. your mothers apple
dumplings?''
"Really, sir''-
"Yes really, sir, you can't deny 1t,
What can q city-bred girl do but paw the
piany and wriggle about in her fnery and
turn mp her nose at everything good and
useful? No, sir! Go and marry the girl,
if you please; but she shall never come
here to idle about and give herself airs and
be waited upon Ikea princess. That's all
I've got to say" concluded the old gentle
man, stumping vigorously out of the
kitchen to look after things in the barn
yard.
All this discourse-that is, of course, the
matter of it, merely, softened and douhly
reined-did Richard Holmes find himself
compelled to repeat to Clara Weston, on
his next weekly visit to the city.
He was q young country doctor who had
bat recently obtained his diploma in the
CITY, where he had met with and became
engaged to pretty Miss Weston.
He had nothing but talent to begin on
for his father, though rich, was parsimoni-
Gus as regards money. Yet, living at home
on the farm, as his parents desired he should
do, his expenses would be few and he
nigh soon get into d good practice.
Clara did not look at all hurt or offended
when told Mr.. Holmes idea of the capac-
tiles of city girls. On the contrary, she
laughed and seemed quite amused.
so your father thinks l must be q mere
doll? Do you know, Richard, that papa
calls me- a famous little housekeeper? and
il wal l who made the rolls and the cake
we had for tea?"
"You! Is it possible, darlingP" ex-
claimed the delighted Richard.
"And / would wager you anything you
please that / conld be of more use to
your mother than the most accomplished
help she can hire in the country" contin-
ned the girl, tossing her "frizzled" head
with a pretty air of mock gravity.
Suppose we try that" suggested the
lover, with q sudden bright idea.
So they talked it over. and agreed to 3
little plan that was to affect this desirable
consummation; the fist step to which was
q private marriage, known but to Miss
Weston's own family.
n
"Humpr' mtttered Farmer Holmes,
looking askance at the new help which his
had engaged-"hump! she don't look fit
for much, with such hands and such a
waist"
FIT! Why you haven't an idea Of all
she's done to-dsyw answered Mrs. Holmes,
enthusiastically. She swept the parlor
carpet with q damp broom, dipped III
something OF other-a little alum in it,
believe-aud made the colors come out as
fresh and clean as when twas new"
"Thenshe's cleaned up the old gilt frames
that / wanted regilded, until they shine
like gold, and told me how / could make q
better pudding with less eggs-the very one
you praised at dinueT-and now she's al
tering the pattern of my new dress. "
And, indeed, poor Mrs. Holmes felt as
though O burden of daily care was removed
from her shoulders; and she became quite
grateful and attached to the pretty, cheer
fol, obliging girl. She only wished that
she had such a daughter, she added, sigh.
ing; and the wonder to her was that Rich.
ard should be 50 Indifferent to Mirandy,
since he appeared to hsve given up all
thought of that city Miss Weston.
''Dick," ssid Squire Holmes, poking in
the ashes with the end Of his cane; "Dick,
you don't 20 to see that girl, Miss Weston,
now, ehP"
mo, sir" answered Dick, demurely.
"Glad of it! Thought you'd take a sen
sibls view of the thing in time. Still, q
young fellow like you ought to marry"
81 agree with you, sir," said the doctor,
"If you could fad q suitable girl now,'
suggested the squire, cautiously; "a tidy,
industrious, smart, gOod.tempsred, good
looking
Dear me, father" interrupted Dick, il
q tone of establishment. where on eartf
am / to find such a combination Of perfec'
tions?"
why" said the old man looking ~
sharply, there's Mirandy, for instance
"Oh!' said the doctor, turning over the
leaves of a big book,
YES, sir; aud a nicer girl couldn't b
found this side o. the ocean, sir"
Look here, Richard" said he, solemn
", what is your objection to Mirancy
Parsons?"
mo objection to the young lady herself
sir" responded Richard, gravely.
Then why don't you marry herr" sait
his father, bringing his cane e~mphatically
down upon the floor.
Because, SIR" answered Richard hest
tatingly-"because, father, to tell tn,
truth, Ii am already married"
"Whatn roared the old nan
ayes, sir; Tve been married these two
months" confessed Richard, penitently.
''You have? and you dare tell me 30
Married to whom?" he roared again.
ITO Miss Clara Weston, SIR"
This was too much. The old gentleman
was speeches., and his wife, scarcely Lees
agitsted than himself, shrieked to Mirands
for brandy aud water.
A few gulps restored him to speech, and
the fint use he made of that faculty was t
order his son to quit the house.
II will sir" said the doctor calmly,
but not until You have seen my wife
She's in the next room dutifully waiting t
be presented to you and my mother. Come
here, Clara, my dear!"
And Mrs. Holiness help, blushing and 6
little frightened, advanced and stood by thu
doctors side.
This is my wife, nay dear father and
mother-Clara Weston, the city girl. ]
hope you will forgive the innocent plot
but / wished to prove 10 you that sh,
could do something more than frizzle hel
hair, paw on pianos and wriggle round il
fiuery."
The mother, her first establishment sub
siding, was easily reconciled TO the state o