Marion Marlowe's True Heart, or, How a Daughter Forgave — page 3: what you’re looking at

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‘ssxed Weekly, By Subscription $2.50 per year. Fentered as Second Cla rer A WEEKLY JOURNAL | FOR YOUNG WOMEN rs Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 278 William St., N. Y. ¥ ea ‘so I, 4 brart rongress, Washington, D.C. Entered According to Aci cf Congr¢ in fhe yerr 1900, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, £ . No. 3 NEW YOR K, Oc thier 13, 1900. : Price Five Ceuts. NO. 3. a ———— Marion Marlowe’s True Heart: OR, HOW A DAUGHTER FORGAVE. By GRACE SHIRLEY. CELA VERA. IN THE FARMHOUSE KITCHEN, It was a cold, dreary day and the country was white with snow, causing the sparsely settled village of Hickorytown to look even more desolate than usual. Old Deacon Joshua Marlowe and his wife were seated in the dingy kitchen of the old farmhouse, and it was plainly to be seen that they were both worried and angry. The farmer’s elbows were on his knees and his head between his hands, and as he sat in silent meditation he spitefully chewed a long wisp of straw. Martha Marlowe dried her eyes with. her apron now and then, and finally a decided sniff. evinced to her husband that she was crying. Instead of becoming more calm at this sign of his wife’s grief, Deacon Marlowe raised his head and scowled at her angrily, “°Tain’t no use tew snivel about it, Mar- thy,” he said, snappishly. ‘It’s got tew be did, an’ thet’s all thar is about it! Sile’s got the mor’gage on the farm, an’ he’s a-goin’ tew foreclose, an’ all the cryin’ yew kin dew won't help matters any.” ; “But where be we a-goin’?” asked his wife, desperately. “I’ve asked Samanthy tew take us, an’ she ‘lows Tom won’t have us!” “Tom’s a doggoned jackass!’ was the farmer’s answer. “Ef I’d a-knowed how tar- nal stingy he wuz, I’d never hev let Samanthy marry him!’ “Waal, you wuz pretty sot on the matter, Joshuy!” snapped his wife, with some Spirit. “The Lord knows, Samanthy didn’t want tew marry him!” There was no answer to this, so Mrs. Mar- lowe grew bolder. “Marion told yew how it would turn out when yew done it, Joshuy, an’, in spite of that ECOMmicloooks (SO)