Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1866-02-01

coolest manner possible the fortnight AFTER
said my father.
~ would i'll the house, sir ; ask the Dick
insons and young Give here, and tell him
there wasn't ROOM" was Toms sapient re-
joiDder. !.
"And make his wife an enemy for Life, !"
said Jane
My father shortly enjoinad Tom to keep
his ideas to himself-so he hal evidently
decided to receive his visit.
The next question mooted was whether
Uncle Jacob would expect wedding presents
to be sent by his only relations. After
much argument it was decided that he
would do go, so we girls set to work at
once. worked a most elaborate handker-
4 chief for the future Mrs. Jacob, and enclosed
ii in the most perfect of satchets. Tom rode
into Worcester, and bought case of pref
tily cut and topped scent bottles-a gem of
its kind, for her toilet; into which piece Of
complaisance, however, it took us whole
mornings work to persuade him. Jane
shone conspicuous in the manufacture of a
work-bag; but Nettie, naughty Nettie set to
work upon the manufacture Of most strik-
ing waistcoat for Uncle Jacob himself In
vain we pleaded that he never could be in
very ornamental an article.
ssHe shall wear it" she said. she ought
to be gay on his wedding day. This will
brighten him up from dingy old moth to
butterfly. He won't know HIMSELF My
father saw her at her work, and asked her
who it was for.
"Uncle jacob said Nettie boldly; and
when my father looked amazed, she fairly
laughed in his face Gle will look very
nice in it." My father was not equal to the
occasion, and turned away. AS to COM
handing or exhorting Nellie when she was
minded to 60 her own way, he would just
as soon thought of using his loaded stick
to flip butterfly off one If his roses. Net
tie knew this, and when we threatened her,
she would laugh and say, s'No, he won't! He
won't say a word; he'll lift his eyebrows
| at me-so-and that's all"
What my fathers present to Uncle Jacob
was, we never knew, as he has been grimly
silent from that day to this.
The wedding day passed, and the fort
nights honeymoon passed, and the bride
| groom would be with us next day, (roads
permitting. It was really pleasant to have
them with us so soon, for our curiosity
had been wrought up to the highest pitch
and as yet had nothing to allay it-not a
single particular as to the young lady's age,
looks, manners, accomplishments, nay, nor
even her name. My mother thought of
writing to Uncle Jacob, and asking him %
few questions about these matters, "to show
just little kindly interest,"" she said, but
che had not done it, my father having look
ed things unutterable at the bare idea.
My mother in her motherly heart, began
to pity the bride, when the hour came for
the carriage to be heard crunching the frost
up the drive.
ssShe is sure to be nervous, poor thing.
Mind you meet her kindly, girls. 1t is not
her fault about the fortune dare say she
knows nothing about it. !"
During one of my mothers pauses came
sounds Of wheels, and we went in body
to the hall-all of us except my father who
kept out of the way, wishing to meet the
happy pair privately. Nearer and nearer
came the carriage wheels, and we opened
the hall door, and stood just inside in the
biting cold air, as the green carriage, yellow
| postboy, and bay horses came up to the
steps. She was tall-the bride-inches
taller than Uucle Jacob, tall and slight, and
dressed in rich, dark clothes, but with SO
thick veil down that we could not even
make guess at her face, not even when
she kissed us, for she only raised her veil
and let it down again. She was timia, no
doubt, as my mother had said.
| "Come in, dear aunt, by the fire.
"You must both be half frozen"
ssYou are an hour later than we hoped
you would be-"
"Dear Uncle Jacob, let Tom take your
coat"
Civil things we said of that sort, and
finally marshalled our dear relatives to the
fireside in the morning-room.
''Stir up the fire well in Mrs Jacobs bed
room before she goes up stairs" said my
mother to the maid when she left the room
| sand take up the spiced negus when I ring
It is a great preservative from cold, negus
as we make it, said my mother turning to
my aunt in an explanatory manner.
'sThank you,' said the yelled lady. IN
| Gle Jacob had taken the poker in hand, and
was 'smending the fire." as he termed it, to
such purpose that his yellow-br face
became suffusei with an ardent crimson,
with and we kept moving our chairs back
ward half q foot at a time.
eyes," he said, replying to my mother,
sit was" (poke), sit was cold'' (poke). ''The
roads were" (scrape of the lower barr
''like glass" (crash of the upper crust)
sand we crept along slowly"
"Will she never lift her veil ?" pondered
I, and caught myself wandering off into
Lady, and her rich veil never drawn aside
fon human eyes to gaze behind. What If
my uncle had been tempted by visions of
enormous wealth to marry a-what Before
had decided as to the sort Of ugliness, my
| amt sod ba, ND ho To
everyday life.
She raised her veil and we all looked at
her. Nettie made some excuse and fed
from the room, but could hear her laugh
ing at the other end OF the hall.
think even my mother was startled by
the swarthy, gaunt face revealed. 1t was
Scotch face evidently, for the salient
points of Scotch physiognomy were almost
caricatured, they were so strongly pronounc-
ed. The high cheek-bones might have be-
longed to a Tartar.
"Are you warm enough to 60 up stairs?''
my mother asked her, with a tremor Of sur
prise in her gentler tones.
''You must speak out to her." said Uncle
Jacob, with curious culver in the corner
of his mouth.
s'Out?" my mother asked.
eyes, loud" and again the culver.
"Janet!" and he moved closer to his wife,
''Mary wants to know if you are ready to
so up stairs?" He spoke in his loudest
tones.
'.What?" she said, turning an ear
as deaf as Dame Eleanor Spearin's. sup
! stairs :"
| Eyes. Will you go and take your things
off ?"
"Yes, am ready, quite ready, thank
you;" and she turned to my mother, and
rose from her seat