The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-06-29
! A CASE Of OBEDIENCE, !
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By ARTHUR LEWIS 7UBBs.

lnem 10 brush q few flakes of snow
from her shoulders.
Its showing some," she said.
Mrs. Turner looked up from her sew
ing and gave her daughter a keen
glance. There was something in the
tone of Maria Ellen's voice that spoke
palmer than words to the woman in
the rocking chair.
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.
Did Henry Watson come home
with you?' asked Mrs. Turner, sharply
Eyes, mother
That's what thought. What have
!! told you about him?"
There was no reply from Maria
Ellen, who was hanging her hat and
coat on one of the hooks behind the
door that opened into the adjoining
bedroom.
DO you hear?. Amt l told you
enough times that don't want you to
let Henry Watson pay you any at
tention?"
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. y
II didn't want to ride in Elder Bur-
rows buggy, nor have anything to do
with him. He didn't ask me, any
way"
"You Gidn't give him chance, most
likely. l amt goin' t. have you throw
away such chance as that. You
won't get man like Sam Burrows
every day. He owns the finest farm in
this county, m money in the bank.
You could get him just as well as not,
If you want so contrary. I'd like t.
know what you're thinkin' of. Poor's
we are! It makes me want { shake
you, sometimes"
Maria Ellen knew that it never did
any good to argue with her mother,
but she could not refrain from making
at least feeble defense.
81 don't care how much he's worth,
mother don't think you ought to ex-
pect me to sell myself. l couldn't do
it,
Sell yourself! I guess you'd be
gett'n' the best Of the bargain
Mother! how can you say that?
Mr.. Burrows is over so years old and
a widower with two children, while
I'm only 10. don't see how you can
want me to sacrifice myself by marry
ing him.
''Ch, you've got Henry Watson on
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 y? Eight or nine
dollars a week as clerk in gro
Gerry You make me provoked, Maria
Elem always hoped you'd have
some sense"
That's what want you to have,
mother, and"
There! you needn't sauce your own
mother. When it comes t. that, it's
time t stop. You go t. bed.'
But, mother, L"
81 said for you t. go to bed: You
mind"
Maria Ellen took the lamp from the
clockshelf and went upstairs without
another word. She slept up there and
her mother occupied the little room adj
joining the sitting-room. The affec-
tion which this mother and daughter
felt for each other was seldom ex-
pressed in word or deed. 1t wasn't
their way. In some characters, SEN
timent is hidden under practical ex-
terror apparently Indifferent to the
but there are springs of affection in
every breast, though it may require
some rare process to reveal them, and
in Mrs. Turner's inmost heart was a
love for her only child which ~as
shown most of all in the ambition
which she had in seeking her tenn"
poral welfare. She would not willing
ly have married the girls happiness,
but she thought that she knew what
was for her, good and where her flu
ture happiness lay. They were poor,
owning only the tiny house in which
they lived and a patch of garden, to
which was added what they could
make doing modest dressmaking for
their nefghbors.
Elder Samuel Burrows, 1t was not
incorrectly thought, was on the look
out for second wife, 1t was sup
posed that the elder would have no
difficulty in finding a woman willing
TO live in his handsome house and act
as mother to his boy and girl, aged re-
spectively seven and four years. 1t
was only gossip, as yet. as to whom
the fortunate second Mrs. Burrows
would be. 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 whenever he met her out. Mrs.
Turner, therefore, had spared no OPP
portunity to thrust her daughter upon
him, although the girl herself treated
him with bare civility and rehelled at
her mothers scheming.
Thursday morning the ground was