Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1904-10-10

ST was $50 ana Maria Ellen mad
just come in from the Wednesday
evening prayer meeting.
ITS showing some" she said.
Mrs. Turner looked up from her
sewing and gave her daughter Il keen
glance.
Henry says it hasn't showed so
early as this for some years."
The girl stopped suddenly. She had
not meant to speak that name, but it
was too late now
ibid Henry Watson come home
with you?" asked Mrs. Turner, sharp
ly.
Yes, mother"
That's what thought What have
] told you about him?"
There was no reply from Maria
Ellen.
"Do you hear me? Amt told YOU
enough times that | don't want Won
to let Henry Watson pay you any at.
tentionT'~
Yes. mother, but"
"There amt no butts about IT.
You've got to do as | say. Where was
Elder Burrows? You might have rode
home in his buggy, just as like as not"
Il didn't want to ride in Elder Bur
rows buggy, nor have anything to do
with him. He didn't ask me. anyway"
'Yon didn't give him chance. most
likely. amt goin' { have YOU throw
away such chance as that You
won't get Il man like Sam Burrows
every day. He owns the finest farm
il this county, N money in the bank
You could get him just as we'll as not,
If you want so contrary. I'd like TO
know what you're thnkin' Of. Poors
we are. 1t makes me want to sh
you. sometimes"
Il don't care how much he's worth,
mother; don't think you ought to ex
pect me to sell myself. l couldn'
do it,"
sell yourself! guess you'd be
gett'n' the best of the bargain"
Mother. how can you say that?
Mr. Burrows is over 80 years old and
wdower with two children, while
I'm only 10. don't see how you can
want me to sacrifice myself by mar
rying him."
"Oh, you've got Henry Watson or
the brain, that's what's the matter
Huh. It's his red cheeks and curly
black mustache, suppose. What's he
got t offer v? Eight or nine dollars
week rs clerk in a grocery. You
make me provoked. Maria Ellen. |
always hoped you'd have some sense"
That's what | want to have moth
err and"
There. you needn't sauce your own
mother When it comes to that. it's
time t. stop. You go t. bed"
"But. mother, i"
Il said for you t. go to bed You
mind.
Maria Ellen took the lamp from the
clockshelf and went upstairs without
another word.
In Mrs. Turner's Utmost heart was
love for her only child which was
shown most of all in the ambition
which she had in seeking her temporal
welfare. She would not willingly have
thought that she knew what was for
her good and where her future happi-
ness lay. They were poor, owning
only the tiny house in which they
lived aud patch Of garden to which
was added what they could make
doing modest drcssmakng for their
neighbors.
Elder Samuel Burrows, it was not
incorrectly thought, was on the look
out for Il second Wife, 1t was SUP
posed that the elder would Lave 10
difficulty in finding Il woman willing
to live in his handsome house and net
as mother to his boy and girl. aged
respectively and years He had
called several times. as the whole
neighborhood knew, at the Widow
Turner'S. and had taken particular
pains to smile upon Maria Ellen when
ever he met her out. Mrs. Turner,
therefore, had spared no opportunity
to thrust her daughter upon him, al
though the girl herself treated him
with bare civility and rebelled at her
mothers scheming
Thursday morning the ground was
white with snow, though it was not
deep enough to prevent Maria Ellen
starting out early in the forenoon ia