The weekly Butte record., 1861-01-12
A Fleet Marriage.
BY AN FRESHMAN.

was not as charming as ever. So no wonder
she still remained unmarried.
Lady G. had about FIVE thousand pounds in
the world. She owed about forty thousand
pounds so, with all her wit and beauty she
got into the Fleet, and was likely to remain
there
Now in the time speak of, every lady had
head dressed by barber and the barber of
the Fleet was the handsomest barber of the
city OF London. Pat Philin was agreat admi-
rer of the fair sex and where's the wonder ?
Sure Pat was an Irishman. 1t was very
fine morning, when Philan was dressing her
captivating head that her ladyship took it into
her head to talk to him, and Pat was well
pleased, for Lady C.'s teeth were the whitest,
and her smile was the brightest in all the
world.
80 you're not married, Pat" says she
Niver an inch! your honors ladyship,"
says he.
And wouldn't you like to be married -
again asked she.
Would duck swim ?''
Is there any one you'd prefer ?"
May be madame" says he, you niver
heard Of Kathleen O'Reilly, down beyond the
Doneraile. Her fathers cousin to ODonaghew,
who's own steward to Mr.. Murphy, the under
agent to my Lord Kingston, and
Incl - .ha 6 30
know who she is. But would she have you if
you asked her ?"
"Ah, thin, I'd only wish I'd be after thry-
ing the same"
And why don't you?
Sure, l am too poor" And Phan heaved
prodigious sigh.
Would you like to be rich ?"
docs dog bark?'
If l make you rich will you do as tell
your"
Memurthers your honor don't be tan
talizing poor boy"
Indeed, 1 am not, said Lady c. So listen.
How would you like to marry me?"
All, thin, my lady, believe the King of
Russia himself would be proud to do that same,
lave alone poor divil like Pat Philin"
Well, Philin, if you'll marry me to morrow,
I'll give you one thousand pounds"
90, whilabaloo whilabaloo sure I'm. mad
or enchanted by the good people, roared Pat,
dancing round the room
But there are conditions says Lady c.
"After the first day of our nuptals you
must never see me again. nor claim me for your
Wife"
a don't like that" says Pat, for he had
been ogling her ladyship most desperately.
But remember Kathleen O'Reilly. With
the money I'll give you, you may go and mar.
ry her."
THAT'S thrue," says he. But, thin, the
bgamy?"
"1'll never appear against you," says her
"Only remember You must take an
oath never to call me your wife after to NOR
row, and never go telling all the story"
Niver a word I'll liver say"
Well, then, says she 'there's ten pounds
Go and buy license, and leave the rest to
me )" and then she explained to him where he
was to 60 and when he was to come, and all
that.
The next day Pat was true to his appoint
ment, and found two gentlemen already with
her ladyship.
"Have you got the license ?" says she.
Here it is my lady" says he; and he gave
it to her. She handed it to one of the gentle
men, who viewed it attentively. Then calling
in her two servants, she turned to the gentle
man who was reading.
And sure enough in ten minutes Pat Philan
was the husband, the legal husband, of the
lovely lady G.
"That will do" says she to her new hus-
band, as he gave her hearty kiss d" that'll
do. Now, sir, give me my marriage certificate.
The old gentleman did so, and bowling respect
fully to the five pound note she gave him, he |
retired with his clerk /; for sure enough, for
got to tell you that he was parson.
Go and bring me the warden" says my
lady to one of her servants.
''Yes, my lady," says she; and presently
the warden appeared.
" Will you be good enough" said Lady c.,
in voice that would call bird off the tree, |
|" will you be good enough to send and fetch |
me a hackney coach? l wish to leave this |
prison Immediately"
" Your ladyship forge's,'' replied be, that
you must pay forty thousand pounds before
can let you 60"
| am married woman, you can detain my
husband, but not me-" And she smiled at |
Philan, who began rather to dislike the ap-
pearance of things.
Pardon me, ny lady, it is well known you
are single"
" | tell you am married"
Where is your hushand?"
There, sir ~ and she pointed to the aston
lshed barber "there he stands. Here is my
marriage certificate, which you can peruse at
your leisure. My servants yonder were wit
nesses of the ceremony. Now detain me- sir,
at your peril"
The warden was dumb-founded, and no
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