The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-09-18

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.I guess I Amt good enough for you,'
said. she. Sam said his folks waoluldn
just fancy me at first, but we're tight
married and there's no help for it; So
you'll just have to make the best Of.
things.
55s gu ou are from the city?' hesi-
tated poor Mrs. Merrydew, not know
ing what else to say. 5,58. III.
'sI waited in a restaurant, z said
Sans wife. That's where he first saw
me, in New Y or k. '''.5 ..5s sts#
never told me that, said Mrs.
MerrydeW, family.
q Il S pose it's dreadful dull and poky@
out here, Z said the young woman, with
a shrug OF her pretty tawdry Shoulders.
DO the crickets always keep on cheep
s-cheeping, like this? And don't the
wind Hever stop moaning through the.
trees? Dear me, what a crazy looking
old clock!5 Why don't you change it
off for something modern? Tear No..
sI don't care for tea. I'd a deal rather
{ have a glass of beer. Beer always sets
me up when feel faint. Or p'raps you
might put just a drop of gin OF. spirits
+. in the tea2'' :s,$ d
tsS Mrs. Merryde lew grew sick at heart
she leaned up against the wall and
closed her eyes. 0 Ri
rs this my only sons wife?" she
asked herself. This coarse, untidy,3
half-e educated creature? Oh, what have,
! done to- be punished like this? Sans.
wife! In all the pictures of her that
4 painted to myself there was never.
one like this. No. neyer!' B, B,
And the picture@of her boys .blighted
life, her own desolate future, rose
/ darkly up before her minds eye with:
sickening distinctness.
.I cant be resigned to this!" she
uttered aloud Il. 81 - 8.
Sans wife eyed her with lazy in
{ difference, if, mingled with rising dislike
and prejudice
h " ] Ilii'u1mrlph!" i'1 n said she, II don't see how
you're 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 I amt tired of
mine Is! !!'ssw with sinister chuckle. III. cit
may be dull and stupid here. but It's
peg higher up than waiting in If
teen cent restaurant, anyhow - ,ss
Where's Sam r, r, Mrs. 4 Merrydew
asked abruptly. Il
Amt he here?'' said the young wife,
opening her china-blue eyes. why,
he came yesterday" .s 81
Sam ?'E 8
$50 Yes, Sam. Sampson Farley Parkins,
Esquire !" with an insolence which was
heightened by q defiant toss OF the
head you ant he full name and
al particula lars. old lad
There's some mistake, said Mrs.
MerrydeW, with q sudden sensation of
grateful relief at her heart. MY sons
name name is not Sampson Farley Parkins;
although Ibelieve there is young man
OF that name living at the grist mill,
four miles up the road. My son is
called Samuel Merrydew.''
Good: gracious!" cried the bride.
starting to- her feet in a scrambling.
terrified sort of way, and making q
vague clutch at the shabby bonnet.
Then I've made a mistake and come
to the wrong place! They told me it
was was red house, back Of four big vii
lows!'' S ss IS 81 8
y Yes, !, said Mrs. Merrydew, .sit is sa
red house behind four large willow
trees, but there with conscious pride)
the likeness ends. Parkins' Mill
House is not by any means such! "a
place as this!'' &. r:S.
Az : 81 :. 80
At the same moment an open wagon,
well besplashed with liquid mud, clat-
tered up to the door, and shrill voice
was heard crying out:
Evenin', Mis- Merrydew! Seen any-
thing Of young oman in a blue gown
and red shawl, hereabouts? rye some
how missed my wife at the depot, and
why, there she is now! How on
earth come you here, Louisa Jeannetta?
You might ha' knew I'd a-come arter
you, If you could ha' waited q spell,
-a And Mr.. Sampson Farley Parkins 4
climbed Yankee, in a blue checked
shirt and g suit Of pepper-and- salt
cloth helped his wife into the vacant
seat 4 Of the muddy wagon and rattled
away, leaving Mrs. MerrydeW standing
staring on the door step. # 1;
si;.:' q am l resigned now !'' said that ma
tron ron aloud apparently addressing hers
self ossthe crows. ana the crickets i
Good 8: land o. liberty, it .Was:j,ast ex
5actly Ikea bad dream = sss &.
But Mrs. Merry lev. had hard IL re- ]
turned to the cozy sitting room again.
when q second sound Of wheels. broke
upon the fragrant. stiffness of the ocz
tober evening, the door was flung open
and cheerful voice exclaimed:
How d We do, other. dear? Here's
my wife! Give her askiss, for she isa|
prepared tosloye you dearly Z,
md "a sweet, child -likess 'young face
framed In by smooth bands ofs shining
hair all was lifted to hers. ile "a soft
voice whispered !: . B IL .ss.sss
Dear mother. do try andsslfke HE 4
little, for SAINTS sake.
Az dear IS said the old NJ oman. with /
tears in her eyes, do you think yoi1l
can get along in this old fashioned
place with only me- for a com panion ~
And Sans wife iansWefed. sOh.
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