Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1871-05-19
DAME TROT.

we were very young, DICK ana L, anu
he was decidedly poor, to be sure; but
then, as he had nobody but me who
cared particularly about him, and L had
no one but crusty, Grabbed Aunt Becky
to live with, why, we thought we
might as well work together as wait
till we were gray before we ventured to
marry.
Nevertheless, it was with very shaky
knees and very chilly hands squeezed
tightly together in a nervous manner
that / slipped into Aunt Becky's room,
where she sat by the fire knitting at
those everlasting blue woolen stockings,
and mumbled out,
"Aunt Becky, Dick and [ have been
talking over our prospect" and then
made pause.
"Humph," said my aunt, land twitched
her spectacles snappishly.
And we think-that is Dick thinks
we may as we'll be married now as
wait"
"Ha p said my aunt, and "heeled
off," unmoved by my stunning an
nouncement.
This was not encouragement. |
kicked my slippers on the hearth-rug,
twisted the tiny pearl ring Dick had
given me, round and round on my
finger, then took courage and bolted
out
"And, aunt, you know | must have
some clothes, and, if you please, l
should like the hundred dollars that fa-
ther left me. Please don't think us fool
ish, aunt. We've love each other very
| much"
ooh, make fools of yourselves, if you
choose" returned my aunt. It's all
one to me. Only don't come bothering
and begging to me afterwards, that's
ALL"
l famed with indignation. The idea
of Dick begging. However, poor old
soul, | don't suppose she ever had a
lover, or was in love herself; she knows
nothing of my exalted sentiments |
feel 1 can afford to be magnanimous.
Meanwhile Aunt Becky slowly rose, un-
locked the big, shining mahogany, and
took out of a pigeon-hole a little soiled
chamois- leather bag.
"Here, child" she said, "don't spend
it all on foolish finery."
90 aunt, how good of you. Thank
you a thousand times. Indeed, l will
spend it sensibly."
The old lady was not altogether hard
hearted, after all. j" You've been
good girl, Margaret" she said slowly.
~ hope you'll get along well. There's
an old proverb that says When poverty
comes in at the door love flies out of the
window But Richard Dalton's fine
young man; he puts me in mind Of"
onYr1r
locked up the desk with a loud snap
then resuming her knitting and her
usual manner at the same time, she
added, "There, don't come kissing and
bothering me. You've made me drop
six stitches already"
spent fifty dollars it was the {" good
old times," reader, "long before the
war;" and l was only to be young
architects wife, you know and hid
the other precious fifty for rainy
day.
~ hope you won't mind it's being
queer place to take lady," said Dick to
me, little anxiously, as arm in arm,we
walked to the down town church, that
golden June morning.
"Oh, no, Dick; if you don't mind l
DON'T" | said hopefully, looking up-a
long way up-into his face, for | am only
blue-eyed morsel of a woman, and
Dick is full six feet high.
There happened to be those two va
cant rooms back of the Office, and the
| church-yard is very green and cheerful,
so thought you wouldn't mind if took
them just as beginning. Pm afraid
you will laugh at my grand apartments,
| but know you can make it cheerful,
Dame Trot.
~ don't believe your furnishing will
be one bit queerer than my housekeep-
ing. We are greenhorns-that's one
comfort"
ave shan't be troubled with much
company at all events p said Dick,
laughing. "Our acquaintances won't
bestir themselves very often, fancy, to
| climb up to the fourth story of ST.
Thomas's Building for a morning call.
But you'd rather live so, wouldn't you,
than in smelly boarding house ?" And
Dicks handsome face expressed in
tense disgust.
At this moment, however, the church
was reached. Morning prayers were
just over; the few piously disposed in
dividuals who had strayed in were COM
ing out, the white-robed choristers had
disappeared within the sacristy, and
the clergyman was following. A verger
stepped quietly up and whispered some
thing in his ear. He paused, turned,
and came back to the communion rail.
A few sightseeing country people, and
little ragged newsboy peering round
| the pew nearest the DOOR, were the on
ly witnesses of our marriage. In ten
minutes the great deed was done, and
walked out of church-Dick's wife.
Was it possible? The world seemed to
take singularly little notice of such a
remarkable event.
st. Thomas Building, as all the world
knows, stands stones throw from the
church where Margaret Blaine was
transformed, in some wonderful way,
into Mrs. Richard Dalton. | mounted
breathlessly up four flights of an iron
iron stairway, the walls whereof were
plentifully besprinkled with signs per-
tanning to the occupants of the numer-
Gus offices, and paused painting on the
topmost floor, before a shabby little
door, half ground glass, on which was
inscribed the legend, " R. Dalton, Arch
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