The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-05-08

never forgive her and wont; call
her in"
Wife left the room in search of
Minnie. At length they came; both
fearful. We sat down together, a
constrained groop Minnie very tear
full, but very sweet and beautiful
The interview was short, and these
were the closing words -
/ Father | have always been du-
tifnl child, you will do me that justice.
B. t I love this man, You grant that
his character is unimpeachable, but
you forbid our marriage because you
have prejudice against him. love
and honor you father. You cannot
doubt that but in this / must follow
the dictates of my own heart"
DO so, if You will but renem-
her, your father will never forgive
you"
Thus ended the interview, wife sob
bling distressfulIy, Minnie weeping
quietly, and sitting glum and angry.
Minnie kept her word and became
the wife of Jenny Brun
I did not forbid them the ho1se as
mo angry fathers are said to do, but
I told Minnie again that she had lost
my love and care. Then I was so
foolish as to see Jenny Brun, and
in very silly speech inform aim that
since he was taking nv daughter from
her father without his consent, he
need expect no gift or favors now or
henceforth She would not be allow
ed to share in the family inheritance,
nor should render the least assistance
if they " should come to want" /
shall never forget the queer look the
young man gave-a glance in which
pride seemed almost vainly struggling
with cluster of mirth sparkles.
Very we'll sir, we will try not to
'come to want" That was all he
said but the cool self possession of
his manner made me feel as though |
had undertaken to drive a nail aid had
pounded my fingers.
| had always been demonstra i've
towards my children-the elder as well
as the younger. Minnie had never
lost her right to her fathers knee, nor
did she ever meet in the morning, or
pari from me at night without kiss.
This was denied her now. Poor
child 1t was the sorest trial of all.
Once or twice she clung tearfully to
me in my sternness, and reaching mp
TO clasp my neck with her white arms,
tried to b end my lips to hers. No, |
promised her never to kiss while |
lived
Women arc strange creatures =
There was my wife, who had sympa-
thized with me, as I supposed--abso-
lutely giving aid and comfort to our
recreant daughter. I verify believe
that long before the wedding day
came, she was thoroughly interested
in the whole affair as though Minnie
had been about to marry the best bus
mess man in town. Little use was it
for me to tighten my purse strings, and
direct that the child should have no
marriage outfit Of wardrobes, pillow
cases connterpanes and the one thous-
and and one ctceteras in which moth
ers take such pride and pleasure.
In spite of me, but surreptitiously,
Minnie was we'll provided for, | am
sure. remember that the shopman's
bills for some ten months thereafter
seemed unusually full, both in the
number of items and the footing up
of the columns anG | shrewdly sus-
pect that my wife had arranged with
the tradesman to have the articles
scattered along the months. She was
a good fnancier.
The ceremony was performed in
church, Twas present, lest my alb
sence should give to great notoriety
to the family jar. The whole town
having long since been made acquain-
ted with the state of affairs, the brides
beauty and the bridegroom's popular
ity set many eyes on me with spar
kle of criticism in them.
:" He needn't look so savage like, "
muttered a gruff old yeoman behind
me; "there amt q Ii Keller young fell
low any where here about than Jenny
Brun an though Minnie be party as
pink, it is, good match, I say-a
real even bargain--so.
Long, long months went after the
marriage = tedious and unhappy
months for me. / know | was being
soured by this self imposed restraint
on the afectional part Of my nature.
Minnie came to her old home some
times.s Once or twice she begged for
the return of the old love, the old home
kiss. MOI Ny daughter was happy
in her husband, happy in her new
home. Bnt / saw very plainly that
the bliss of the old home was lost to
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