Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1868-05-02

carelessly OVERHEAD read several items of
local news, town. council squsbbles, work
house board meetings, and other matters in
which he took not the slightest interest,
and was about to toss it into the waste bask.
ct, when his eye caught sight of couple of
crosses evidently made for the purpose of
attracting attention.
But even then he did not at once hit the
| right column. Hunting fixtures for next
| week : what on earth do l care about them2
| hops two pounds cwt. higher well, if
| they don't raise beer it doesn't matter to
me. What does the old goose mean by
marking these 2"
| At last, however, he did find it, and was
struck for q moment speechless.
"Well, by Jove," he said at last, "tais is
| something. But 1 don't believe it. Here's
Bog gone and put notice in the paper to
I make us believe he has got married. Listen,
here it is"
"Same day, at St. Ambrose In this city,
| by the Rev. Edward Wheeler, the rector, Mr..
| Thomas Frederick Bog. of Highbury, to
Emily, only daughter of the late Theodore
Phillips, Esq, of Kingston, jamaica And
| then, as if that were not enough, here's q
note appended, editorially apparently.
! 81 Unusual interest attached to this we'd
ding from the fact of the bride being mar
| rieu--ds we ue peTultteu 10 State-On ueT
| tenth birthday.'p
"Very fair, indeed, Mr. Bog" said Rasper,
| as he finished very creditabe for first-rate
| joke-only it is little overdone. You'll do
better next time. Now, my merry men,
what do you think of it2"
Not one in the office believed q word of
it., of course "Neither do l." said Rasper |;
"but it really is very fair for Bog. must 60
| and show it to Splutter."
But at that moment Mr.. Splutter came in,
and on being rendered the newspaper waived
the offer, and said, "Ah, all, know all about
it. Bog's wedding that's what you want
me to look at, isn't it Bless you, I've
known it for more than week. Bog told
me and Mr.. Charles, but made us promise to
keep the secret till it was all over. He goes
incoming with his bride for two or three
weeks, and then he takes her with him on
his round. You won't see him here again
these six weeks. He was married the very
morning after lie left here. lie asked me
to be present but l could not 60 Now, Mr..
Rasper, how do you feel2 Your occupation
I is gone. You will have nothing to chatf
him about"
80, stop a minute" cried Rasper. "Do
you know all about this too2" And he read
him the editorial note about the"tenth birth
day."
1t was Mr.. splutter's turn now to be sur
| priseh.
Nonsense - he said "let me see" And
taking the paper, he read it for himself. 1T
must be mistake. 1t can't be true"
"'Late of Kingston, jamaica Who is
she 2" asked Rasper.
"Somc family connection, I understood
him." said Mr. Splutter. They do marry
very young, have been told, in those hot
climates. But in England-it is impossible.
Bog would not have done such thing. It's
! all nonsense!" And he shut himself into
| his own room.
! During the six following weeks of Mr.
| Bog's absence he furnished more conversation
to the office, and was the subject of moro
jokes on the part of Mr.. Rasper, even than
| if he had been present. Speculation ex-
hausted itself as to the reality of this extra
| ordinary editorial note. At last the Convic
! ton gradually established itself that was
[ literally true; that Bog having married some
mere child from boarding gschool-having,
in fact, probably run off with her for the
| sake of her money, and knowing he could
not possibly conceal the fact of her being a
child, had imprudently determined to brazen
his misdeed out of his way before them and
! the world.
"Tll be bound he'll bring her down to the
office in short frock," said Mr.. Rasper,
land carry her in on his arm"
| While his own character was suffering
and while his fellow-clerks were thus dis
cussing the chances on finding in him on
his return apy small remains of honor and
morality, Mr.. Bog's travels with his bride
were drawing near to an end. He wrote
from one of his resting places
"My Dear Mr.. ,SpIutter-I purpose being
in town again on Tuesday evening next,
but shall not come back to business until
the beginning of the following week. Will
you oblige me and my wife by giving US
your company on Friday evening, and by
inviting for me all my cOnJreres of the office
for the same evening. 1 hate the ceremony
of carding, and calling, and sitting in state
to receive visits from old friends, and so
does my wife. If they all will take it, there
fore, in this informal way that we shall be
glad to see them-well, glad we shall be !;
and if they WON'T we shall be sorry.
Friday evening, at seven, for what We
will call our small and early, being, in fact,
for office people only.
! "Yours ever, T.F.B."
This letter, which came on Monday morn
ing, was dealt with by Mr.. Splutter in his
usual prompt and business-like way.
He simply turned up one corner of it,
wrote on the back of that corner in red ink,
81 shall go, and hope you all will" and sent
it out to Mr.. Rasper to be handed round.
The decision come to unanimously, in
spite of the sentence of condemnation passed
on poor Bog, was that they would go, all
who could, If it were only for the sake of
having an early sight at the bride and Civ
ing the bridegroom one chance OF reinstatinS
himself in their good graces.
When the evening came, they took cou-
ple of cabs, and all went down together
Mr.. Splutter, my father, Rasper, Gibbs, and
all the rest of them-they having agreed on
a convenient point of meeting before they
left the Office.
1t was Mr.. Bog himself who received his
company in his cosy, well-furnished draw
ing-room up stairs, for he was man of some
little means, and rad everything very com
Portable about hirn.
well, Rasper," he said, after the first
hand shaking, "your constant dropping had
worn away the stone at last. i could MOI
stand it any longer, you see. 1t is to be
peace between US now, or warf'
, II don't quite know" said Rasper, laugh
!, ing. "We shall see." >,
IYou had better not make il war;" said