The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1898-01-29

have a 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 p
Mrs. Merrydrew grew sick at heart
she leaned up against the wall and
closed her eyes.
rs this my only sons wlfeY she ask
ed herself. This coarse, untidy, half.
educated creature? Oh. what have |
done TO be punished like thisf 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 blighted
life, her own desolate future, rose dark.
ly up before her minds eye With sick.
enlng dlstinctness.
II can't be resigned to this" she 1t.
tered aloud
Sans wife eyed her with lazy lndlf.
ference, mingled with rising dislike
and prejudice.
"Humph" said she, u don't see how
you're going to help yourself, mother
ln-law What's done cant be undone.
Sans sick of his bargain, and you're
sick OF yourn, but | amt tired of mine"
with n sinister chuckle. 1T may bo
dull and stupid here but It's "A peg
higher up than waiting In a fifteen.
cent restaurant, anyhow
Where's Sam Mrs. Merrydew ask.
ed abruptly.
Amt he hercY said the young wife,
opening her chlna-blue eyes. Why.
he came yesterday"
Sam
Eyes, Sam. Sampson Farley Parkins,
Esquirew with an insolcnce which WIS
heightened by defiant toss OF the
head. III you want the full name and
all particulars, old lady"
"rhere's some mistake" said Mrs.
Merrydew. with n sudden sensation OF
grateful relief at her heart. My sons
name Is not Sampson Farley parklns,
although / believe there Is a young
man OF that name living at the grlst
mill, four miles up the road. My son IS
called Samuel Merrydew."
Good gracious" cried the bride.
starting TO her feet In scrambling.
terrified sort of way aud making
vague clutch at the shabby bonnet
Then I've made a mistake and come
| to the wrong place! They told me II
| was red house, back Of four big will
| lows
| yes" said Mrs. Merrydrew. 1T =
n red house behind four large willow
trees, but there" with conscious prldel
"the likeness ends Perkins Mil 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 mp TO the door. and a shrill voice
was heard crying out:
"Evenln', Mis- Merrydewl Seen any
thing of young oman In n blue gown
and red shawl hcreabouts? I've some
how missed my wife at the depot, and
why, there she is now! How on earth
come you here, Louisa Jeannetth? You
might ha' knew I'd a-come after you,
II you could ha' waited SPELL
And Mr. Sampson Farley Parklns. n
long limbed Yankee, In blue checked
shirt and n suit of pepperand- salt
cloth, helped his wife into the vacant
|
away, leaving Mrs. Merrydew standing
staring on the door step.
~ am resigned now!' said that ma.
iron aloud, apparently addressing her
self to the crows and the erlekets.
Good land o. liberty, 1t was just exact
ly like n bad dream"
But Mrs. Merrydew had hardly re-
| 80. of
when second sound of wheels broke
upon the fragrant stiffness of the Oc-
tober evening, the door was flung open
and d cheerful voice exclaimed:
How dye do, mother, dear? Here's
my wife! Give her kiss, for she Is
prepared TO love you dearly"
And sweet, child-llke young face,
framed In by smooth bands of shining
hair, was lifted TO hers, while soft
voice whispered:
Dear mother, do try and like me n
little, for Sans sake"
my dear said the old woman. with
tears In her eyes, do you think yon
can get along In this oldfashloned
place with only me for companion
Anu ShHl WIFE answered. WI,
mother, II is so beautiful aud quaint
and quiet here, and during all those
years that ! taught In the city | have
so longed for home-a real home, like
thlsw
Hluy Johnson looked In the next
morning, Just for minute again, as
she trudged by.
Feel any more resigned. Mrs. Merry
dewT she asked, in a voice of careful
ly attuned sympathy. "Of course. It's
drefful trial, but"
Mrs Merrydrew smiled broadly.
"Reslgned!' said she. 81 never was
so resigned in my life. Lily is n gem of
the purest water. Sam Is the luckest
> fellow In the world, and I-well,
couldn't have suited myself better II
I'd looked all creation over for a daugh-
ter-in-law! Don't talk to me about res
lgnatlon! Folks don't need to be resign
cd when a golden streak of good for
tune comes TO 'em."
"Do tell" said Hetty Johnson well,
, | never did9'-New York Ledger.