OLD FOLKS LEFT ALONE.
Early the next morning a wagon drew up at the gate. It was to convey the
bridal party to a little village high up among the mountains. Margaret
was tearful and Jasper was sad, hiding his countenance as he fussed with
the harness. Tom insisted that it was no time for sorrow. "We'll be back
in a week's time," said he. "And even after I take her down to town I'll
bring her back here every month." But Margaret continued to sorrow. "I
don't never expect to see you ag'in," she said and Lou laughed with
tears in her eyes. "Why, it's nothin' to be away from home a week,
mother. And just think how happy I am." But there were more tears; and
Jasper stormed at a dog and shook the wagon wheel to satisfy himself
that it was sound. The driver, as lank a lout as ever slept in a stable,
sat upon a board seat, stuffing his greedy mouth with ginger cake. He
took up the lines and clucked to the horses, but it was discovered that
something more remained to be said and he was commanded to wait.
"Jest hold on a minit till I git sorter uster the idee," said Margaret.
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