Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1897-09-18

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wind ever stop moaning through the
trees? Dear me. what a crazy looking
old clock. Why don't you change 1t
off for something modern? Tea? No,
/ don't care for tea I'd deal rather
have glass of beer. Beer always sets
me up when / feel faint. Or p'raps you
might put just drop of gin or spirits
In the tea?"
| Mrs. Merrydew grew sicH at heart
she leaned up against tbs wall and
closed her eyes.
rs this my only sons wifeT she
asked herself This coarse, untidy,
half-educated creature? Oh, what have
/ done to be punished like this? Sans
wifel In all the pictures of her that
/ painted to myself there was never
one like this. No. never!"
And the picture of her boys bIighted
life, her own desolate future. rose
darkly up before her minds eye with
sickening distinctness.
j Il can't be resigned to this!D she
uttered aloud.
Sans wife eyed her with lazy in
difference, mingled with rising dislike
and prejudice.
"Humph," said she. 81 don't see how
you're going to help yourself mother
in-law. What's done can't be undone.
Sans sick of his bargain, and you're
sick of yourn, but amt tired Of
mine." with a sinister chuckle. 1T
may be dull and stupid here, but it's
a peg higher up than waiting in a If
teen-cent restaurant, anyhow"
Where's Sam?" Mrs. Merrydew
asked abruptly.
Amt he here?" said the young wife,
opening her china-blue eyes. why.
he came yesterday"
"Sam?"
yes, Sam. Sampson Farley Parkins.
Esquirep' with an insolence which was
heightened by a defiant loss Of the
head, IF you want the full name and
all particulars, old LADY,
There's some mistake said Mrs.
Merrydew, with a sudden sensation Of
grateful relief at her heart. my sons
name is not Sampson Farley Parkins,
although believe there is young man
of that name living at the grist mill.
four miles up the road. My son La
called Samuel Merrydew."
Good gracious." cried the bride
starting to her feet in a scrambling,
terrified sort of way, and making a
vague clutch at the shabby bonnet.
Then I've made mistake and come
to the wrong place! They told me II
! was red house, back of four big will
] lows!"
YES" said Mrs. Merrydew, cit is q
: red house behind four large willow
: trees, but there" with conscious pride)
s'the likeness ends. Parkins' Mill
, House is not by any means such a
I place as this!s
AT the same moment an open wagon,
well besplashed with liquid mud, clat-
tered up to the door. and a shrill voice
was heard crying out:
"Evenin'. Mis- Merrydew, Seen any
thing Of a young oman in blue gown
and red shawl. hereabouts? I've some
how missed my wife at the depot. and
why, there she is now! How on
earth come you here, Louisa Jeannettas
You might ha' knew I'd a-come arter
you, If you could ha' waited a spell
And Mr.. Sampson Farley Parkins a
long-limbed Yankee, in blue checked
shirt and suit of pepper-and-sali
cloth. helped his wife into the vacant
seat of the muddy wagon and ratified
away, leaving Mrs. Merrydew standing
staring on the door step.
81 am resigned now." said that ma
tron aloud, apparently addressing her.
self to the crows and the crickets
Good land o. liberty, it was just ex.
actly like bad dreaml''
But Mrs. Merrydew had hardly re.
turned to the cozy sitting room again
lie when a second sound of wheels broke
n upon the fragrant stiffness of the DC
t tober evening, the door was flung oper
1t and cheerful voice exclaimed:
,r How dye do, mother, dear? Here.
ID my wife! Give her a kiss, for she i.
70 prepared to love you dearlyl"
a. And a sweet, child-like young fac,
is framed in by smooth bands of shininy
ID voice whispered:
% Dear mother. do try and like me
to little. for Sans sake,"
t, MY dear" said the old woman, will
De tears in her eyes, do you think yol
can get along in this old-fashione,
lie place with only me for companion?
n And Sans wife answered: "Oh
re mother. it is so beautiful and quain
ne and quiet here, and during all thos
y years that | taught in the city. hav
er so longed for home-a real home, lik
rs this.'
re Hitty Johnson looked in the mex
ne morning, "just for minute" again. a
lg she trudged by.
IS, Feel any more resigned. Mrs. Mer
ne rydew?" she asked. in voice Of care
ed fully attuned sympathy. "Of cours,
it's drefful trial, but"
W, Mrs. Merrydew smiled broadly.
Resigned" said she. Il never wa
ng so resigned in my life. Lily is ger
n of the purest water. Sam is the luck
re lest fellow in the world. and I-wel
/ couldn't have suited myself better
", I'd looked all creation over for
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