Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1898-11-03

90 Wllnoul you, MARY c4eau " oOe
you pack up your clothes" "
A blush of pleasure Overspread Ma,
rvs face.
lam so glad you have been suited
with my work. Indeed, I have tried.
1T amt the work altogether
though goodness knows you're the
smartest girl I've seen this many a
day. As I say, it amt the work it's
you, Mary. I've got to thinking a
heap Of you-me and the deacon.
Mary's hand trembled at the kind
ness of the old lady's voice, but she
sewed rapidly on.
Its so uncommon lonesome since
the boy left the farm; but it's worse
since he got married. 1t seems like
deserting US altogether
Have yon a son? You never men,
toned him.
No; George has gone his way and
we must go ours. Yes, he married
one of those crackheaded boarding
school people who can't tell the diff
ference between a rolling-pin and a
D
milk-pan."
But, despite her scorn, Mrs. Glenn
ents dashed off the tears with her
brown fist.
as his wife pretty? I suppose you
love her dearly
a don't know anything about her,
and never want to know. He's left
us for her, and US old folks will leave
him for her, too. Mary, just turn
them cakes around seems as if they re
burning
When Mary had turned the cakes,
Mrs. Clements was leaning on the arm
of her chair.
Mary, supposin you stop on with
us another month yet, anyhow The
deacon will make 1t all right"
at isn't the money l care for, Mrs
Clements; l only wish l might stay
always. You don't know how much
I love you
Love us do you? Bless your
heart? Ifpoor George had only picked
you out, what comfort it would be
to us all. But it can't be helped
now"
She sighed YEARLY, then glanced
out of the window, looked a moment,
and then threw down her work.
Bless my soul, if there amt our
son George coming down the lane
Deacon, George IS coming.
And all her mother-love rushing to
her heart, she hurried out to meet
him. Oh, the welcoming, the re-
proaches, the caresses, the determina-
ton to love him still, despite poor in
nocant little Marion. Then when the
table had been set in the next room
by Mary's deft fingers, and she had
returned to her "west garret, Mrs.
Clements opened her heart.
"There's no use talkin', George,
this fine, fancy lady o yours Il never
suit me. Give me a smart girl like
Mary Smith, and I'll ask no more.
Come in to supper now Mary, Ma
ry !"
She raised her voice to call the girl,
when low voice near surprised her.
ooh, you dressed up in honor 0 my
boy. Well, l must confess | never
knew you had such handsome dress
and you look like picture with your
net off, and them short bobbin curls.
George this is Mary Smith, my"
George came through the door and
glanced carelessly at the corner where
the young woman stood. Then with
a cry sprang with outstretched arms
to meet the little figure that sPrang
into them. The deacon and Mrs.
Clements stood in speechless amaze
ment. Then Marion, all bushes and
fearful smiles, went over to the old
pair and took their hands
81 am Georges wife. l was SO
afraid you would never love me, 50 !
came determined to win you if | could.
Mother, father, may l be your daugh-
ter?"
And happier family, when they
had exhausted their powers Of surprise,
amazement and pride in the beautiful
Marion, never gave thanks over a sup
per table.