Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-05-27
MISCELLANEOUS.
DYING FIRES.
THE BRIDES MISTAKE.

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THE BRIDES MISTAKE.
ooh, Harry. how beautiful this is y
cried Sophia Garland, clasping her
plump little hands with delight. II
never dreamed that you had prepared
such home as this for mep
Glove in cottage. eh ?" said Harry
Garland. looking down with eyes of
amused admiration at his pretty
young bride. But you see, Sophie,
l thought this would he much nicer
than city lodgings For the summer
months at least %
Cloverdale was the prettiest of
Gothic cottages, all empowered in
blooming lilacs, fragrant tresses of
honeysuckle and climbing roses
There was little lawn shorn close as
green plush, running brook bridged
over with cedar-nailed plaDks, and
the smallest Of grottoes, where the
drip Of a cascade was lost among the
ferns and irises.
"It's just churmingW said Mrs.
Garland, who had filled both hands
with tulips, daffodils, and early roses
II never dreamed of anything SO
lovely And the IRE is a cabinet piano
in the drawing-room, and real stained
glass windows in The library, and the
quaintest sun-dial | ever saw y
"Aud plenty If spare room if my
mother should wish to spend the sum
mer with us, said Mr.. Garland, care
lessly.
Sophia's face fell, all of sudden.
The roses and daffodils drifted to the
ground she came close to Harry,
and began nervously playing with
the middle button Of his coat
Harry" she said, 81 don't want to
seem ungracious, but-but perhaps it
is best to have an understanding on
this question at once"
"On what question p said Harry,
somewhat bewildered.
"On the mother-in-law question:"
courageously answered Sophia.
Harry burst out laughing.
"My dear child" said he, "Who
has been filling your innocent little
head with nonsense 7"
ut isn't nonsense" said Sophia.
"But / have made up my mind never
to let our domestic peace be imperiled
by such an element as this. And l
Il can't consent to receive your
mother here. Harry"
Mr.. Garland whistled low and
long.
1.-THE deuce you can't" said he.
"You won't ask it. will you, dear p
coaxed the young wife in her sweetest
accents.
IF you only knew my mother,
Sophia" began.
"But don't know her." pleaded
Sophia" and I don't want to know her."
II am sure you would like her.
Sophia-and I am positively certain
you could not help loving her."
Gas if there could ever be any re-
lationship nearer than armed neutral
ity between mother and daughter-in-
law" satirically observed Mrs. Gar
land. mo, Harry, it is too danger
Gus an experiment to try. You will
let me have my own way, will you
not :" she added, carelessly. 1T is
the first favor l asked of you"
"Of course you are the mistress
here" said Mr.. Garland, feiguing
an indifference that he did not feel.
l do not intend to oppose your wishes
in any respect"
And Sophia stood on tiptoe to kiss
him, by way of reward.
After this discussion it is hardly
necessary to say that Mrs. Henry
Garland was no little surprised. two
or three days subsequently, by the ar
rival of a hanson cab at the gate,
loaded down with trunks, and the APP
pearance Of juvenile-looking elderly
lady, very much powdered and frizzed
with an eighteen-year-old bonnet and
a parasol which a schoolgirl might
haye envied. Sophia started from
the coy nest in the garden where she
was reading Dante.
Mamma she exclaimed.
Eyes, darling, it's l." said Mrs.
Percy, her mother. II was on my
way to Scarbore so / thought 1
would surprise you and dear Henry
| And she gave Sophia succession
of kisses, which were very strongly
favored with rose-powder, and beckon-
ed the cabman to bring in the trunks
-Four" said she. And bonnet
box, and an umbrella strap. and two
travelling bags. believe that is all
j Ny darling Sophia. what lovely
home you have here And the doctor
says country air is the very thing
need to set me up"
Mrs. Peregine Percy was one fthoss
old young ladies who remind one for
chilly Of an antique piece of furniture
vanished up to look like new.