The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1897-08-20

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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 sick at heart
she leaned up against the wall and
closed her eyes.
as this my only sons wife?" she
asked herself. This coarse, untidy,
half-educated creature? Oh, what have
/ done to be punished like this? Sans
wife! In all the pictures of her that
painted to myself there was never
one like this. No, never!"
And the picture of her boys bllghted
life. her own desolate future. rose
darkly up before her minds eye with
sickening dlstinctness.
81 can't be resigned to this!" she
uttered aloud.
Sans wife eyed her with lazy in
difference, mingled with rising dislike
and prejudice.
Humph!" said she, IT don't sex 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 I amt tired OF
mine!" with sinister chuckle. at
may be dull and stupid here. but it's
peg higher up than waiting in fif-
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?"
Eyes, Sam. Sampson Farley Parkins,
Esquire" with an insolence which was
heightened by a defiant toss 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 Parklns.
although | believe 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 a
vague clutch at the shabby bonnet.
Then I've made a mistake and come
to the wrong place! They told me 1t
was red house, back of four big will
lows!"
"Yes," said Mrs. Merrydew, cit is a
red house behind four large willow
trees, but there" with conscious prlde)
the likeness ends. Parkins' Mill
House is not by any means such a
place as this!"
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 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 Jeannetta?
You might ha' knew I'd a-come arter
you. IL you could ha' waited SPELL"
And Mr. Sampson Farley Parkins a
long-limbed Yankee, in a blue checked
shirt and a suit Of pepper-and-salt
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
iron aloud, apparently addressing her
self to the crows and the crickets
Good land O. liberty, 1t was just ex-
actly like bad dream!"
But Mrs. Merrydew had hardly re-
turned to the coy sitting room again,
when a second sound of wheels broke
upon the fragrant stiffness of the Oc-
tober evening, the door was flung open
and a cheerful voice exclaimed:
How dye do, mother dear? Here's
my wife! Give her kiss, for she is
prepared to love you dearly!"
And a sweet, child-like young face
framed in by smooth bands of shining
hair, was lifted to hers, while a soft
voice whispered:
Dear mother, do try and like me
little. for Sans sake!"
MY DEAR" said the old woman, with
tears in her eyes, do you think you
can get along in this old-fashioned
place with only me for companion?"
And Sans wife answered: "Oh.
mother, II Is so beautiful and quaint
and quiet here, and during all those
years - at l taught in the city. have
so longed for a home-a real home, like
this!"
Kitty Johnson looked in the next
morning, lust for a minute" again. as
she trudged by.
Feel any more resigned, Mrs. Mer-
rydew?" she asked, in a voice OF care
fully attuned sympathy. "Of course,
it's drefful trial, but"
Mrs. Merrydew smiled broadly.
Resigned" said she. 81 never was
so resigned in my life. Lily is a gem
of the purest water. Sam is the luck
lest fellow in the world, and well.
! couldn't have suited myself better IL
I'd looked all creation over for
daughter-in-lawl Don't talk TO me
about resignationl Folks don't need
to be resigned when a golden streak
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