The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1889-04-25
The Mother-in-LaW.
And What our Reporter Saw and
Heard.


train rolled in, my attention was at
tracted to a sweet faced old lady,
dressed in deep mourning, who our
Conductor Turner was assisting off
the train. My curiosity was some
what excited when young couple
then rushed up to meet her. Isoon
recognized familiar face we occa-
sionally meet, and at once jumped
to the conclusion that the bright,
amiated young lady, at his side, was
his girl bride, who, a few months
ago left the home Of her friends to
link her destiny with John H, a
few years her senior. Twas the old
story-they ran away and were
married. His parents refused to
receive her, discarded him, turned
them away from their door. They
came to Marietta, rented cottage,
and set about to build up an ideal
home, in which there are no dissen-
sions. His parents write him to
never dare return to them, she be-
ing an orphan and poor, and, as they
said proud thing" they feel as if
their son had thrown himself away,
but | am talking too fast. rejoin-
ed them in their walk when near the
square, as they supported the moth
er, one on either side. After the
introduction which l sought, young
Mrs. H asked me to call around
to tea. | was only too well pleased
to do so. At very early and un-
fashionable hour, | went, was met
by the happy wife, who ushered me
into the sitting room, Cor dining
room) where l soon began mentally
taking notes. In front of the fire
sat the mother, near her, her. son.
They both try to talk at once. They
are SO happy, telling me of the re-
Cancellation, the mothers visit, which
is blessing to all. The heroine
= Gas she surely Isl the bright young
wife, angel of the household, was
arranging the table. On a little
table in the corner, was lamp
where the tea was made. On the
whole, the scene was one worthy of
an artist. 1t seemed enchanted
ground. l thought the lamp must
be Aladdins. There was the table
with its bright glassware, lovely
water bottles, beautiful lamp. l
could scarcely wait the proprieties
to take my seat at the table, where
temptingly spread was lunch tongue,
potted ham, Clipped beef, Biloxi
Shrimps, grated cheese, lunch sar-
dimes, Boston Biscuit, cream crack
ers, snow flakes, ginger snaps, ounce
preserves, grated pine apple, olives
and delightful chow chow, sliced
lemon, centrepiece, on such a
beautiful glass stand, of bananas,
oranges, apples and other fruit
The butter, fresh and sweet in little
individuals, at our plate, where was
also the cutest little Eyeglasses. l
feared they would think me rude, as
I had been eating as one half starv-
ed. | raised my head to watch the
boarders, and thought how FORUM
ate to have such an opportunity Of
taking your meals in such an Eden.
I turned to the little housekeeper
"Will you not think me a Paul
Pry' please, but would you tell me
how come your home is such a
haven of rest? There are so many
millions of homes might tell 9TH
ers your secret" "Why," he said,
81 have no trouble at all. That
little kerosene stove there l have
made tea and cooked the eggs here
since you came in. Everything else
is lust as it came from McClatchy's
store, every piece Of glassware, this
tea set of so pieces, only $3.50.
CEWhy, how handsome and cheap"
| could but exclaim.) ''That bronze
lamp on the wall with that refec-
tor, is our latest addition, only 81
from McClatchy's store"
Marriage was no failure here, l
thought.
"When John comes home tired
there is his paper in that basket
there, (by the way there 1t Is AGAIN.
that basket came from McClatchy's s.,
and only 25cts. Another thing, l
know What l buy there, is the
best, and then if l want what is not
in the store, he has a telephone and
orders from Atlanta. He gets goods
on every train, but, excuse me, |
never tire of talking about house
keeping. realize the fact that
people who work must have nour-
ishing food, if they keep well and
contented.
But do call around again and
don't forget to tell all your friends
to 90 to McClatchy's Store.