The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-07-04
crowd, and he looked round nervously

| g0lng on INSIDE. caught the MAYOR 5
eye. He made an instantaneous dart
for its huge Gothic portals, shielded
by inner doors of green baize.
Its a good chance to think up
Something solemn and appropriate.
and that sort of thing, until the crowd
gets by" he-thought., settling himself
in the corner Of one of the softly cush-
Toned pews to listen to the mild, dron-
| ing voice of the old clergyman.
The church was very warm, and the
light, softened by purple and golden
crimson glass, was dim, and.the clergy
mans voice rather monotouous, and
Major Teller was unconsciously BET.
coming rather drowsy, when a plump
oldlady camein, aud the sexton beck
| oned him from his seat. 14t
But the sermon was over aud peo-
Pile were streaming down the aisle, and
the Major felt that he didn't care to
prolong the thing and that he had
done a very laudable act in coming to
church. and 1aaiHg3 nkff
Even while these ideas were passing
indistinctly through his brain, he was
borne towards the alterin an upward
eddy of the crowd, and felt a gaunt
arm thrust against his.
h59SProtect me, Majorl oh, ave mel"
whispered Miss Patience Pettigrew:
I'm SO feared in a crowd always!''s
The Major strove to, withdraw his
arm, but Miss Pettigrew would not let
him. They were standing directly in
front Of the alter arm-in-arm.jsTh The
munster, old and near-sighted. and a
little deaf, advanced-probably con-
Guiding thatzhis services were requir-
ed. ~
l. Major Teller's blood ran cold; he
tried to protest, but his tongue seemed
paraiyzed.2 Miss Pettigrew had cap
tured him as a lamb from the slaught-
err, and where was the use of further
STRUGGLED? Axfews wordsEan apga!r
plingly brief ceremony-and MAJOR lei
Ter was married. to Miss Patience! f@
"Take the market basket, my dear
said the gaunt bride, andsstay-you :
better carry the umbrella. tool We
GO right home.AY Old folks like lyoI
and me don't care for wedding tours.
do We?'
The Major looked piseously at his
better half and made no answer She,
however, waited for none, but drew
him along with a quiet determination,
that argued I'll for the future rsnaii
~A"Give me the key to the DON my
DEAR said Mrs. Pettigrew Teller.
I'D better keep it in future"
The Major handed over the key
without a word of remonstrance, and
his elderly wife opened the door. -.
well slick up things a little said
Mrs. Teller bundling. the Majors be-
loved papers togethet, and pitching
his box of cigars out of the window.
but. Miss Patiencei--"
I" Wkat?" 1-aA-0saII
my dear wife, [ meant
"Ah, yes. What were you about to
remark?"
my cigars-I@"
'Oh, well, | dom like smoke-never
7li'But what are you doing with my
slippers?'
frying 'em on-they fit me so nice
ly. Guess I'll keep EN-, Sempronius2
[ wish you'd take all these coats and
things out of the wardrobe|l want it
for my dresses"
But where shall I keep them, Miss
PAP .,gA
What did you say?"
Mrs. Teller, | a1ould remark"
"Oh, under the bed, or somewhere
PinkIsoap, eh2-I prefer Castle. Co
logne-edu dc Florida, cold cream?
Who'd ha' supposed you were such a
dandy, SemproniusI You must have
plenty of money, By the way, sup
pose you give me the money to keep
now, my dearI1In manage it a great
deal more economically than you'll be
likely to-" srurr 4
Give me the money, [ sayl"
y Major Teller smeekly put his hand
into his poke and submissively
handed over the purse.
well. now you'd better go about
your business" said the gentle bride,
land not come home till tea time-I
do abonlinate men lounging around in
the way forever; and don't come back
smelling of tobacco, if you know what
is good for yourself. Sempronius Tel
The Major crept silently away,
thinking how the last time he crossed
that threshold he was a free man, and
now
"Tm married." unused Major Teller.
81 couldn't help it, it wasn't my fault,
but here am, no money, no cigars, no
freedom-worse than any galley slave.
Sixty years old next month. and
married to Patience Pettigrew!''
He walked disconsolately down the
street, both hands in his empty pock-
cts, and his hat tipped estlessly down
over his eyes. A greater contrast
could hardly have been imagined than
l.