The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-03-23
Little Dame TrOt.

We We're very young, Dick and /,
and he was dreadful poor, to be sure /;
but then, as he had nobody who cared
particularly about him, and had no
one but crusty, grabbed old Aunt Becky
/ to live with, why, We thought We
might as well work together as walt
I till we were gray before We ventured
/ to marry.
Nevertheless, it was with very
shally knees and very chilly hanus
squeezed tightly together in a ner-
vous manner that slipped into Aunt
| Beckyis room, where she sat by the
fire, knitting at those everlasting blue
wooden stockings, and mumbled out,
"Aunt Becky, Dick and 1 have been
/ talking over our prospects" and
then made pause.
"Humph,p said my aunt, and
twitched her spectacles snappishly.
"And We. think that is Dick, thinks
we may as we'll be married now as
wait"
ttHa!" said my aunt, and "heeled
Off" unmoved by my stunning an
nouncement.
This was not encouraging. l kick
ed my slippers on the hearth-rug and
| twisted the tiny pearl ring Dick had
| given me round and round on my fin
/ ger, then took courage and bOlted
out:
"And aunt, you know must have
some clothes, and if you please,
should like the hundred dollars that
! father left me. Please don't think US
/ foolish, aunt. We've love each 9TH
er very much"
ooh, make fools Of yourselves, if
you choose" returned my aunt. It's
all one to me. Only don't come both
ering and begging to me afterwards,
that's all.n
I famed with Indignation. The
idea of Dick beggingl However, poor
old soul, don't believe she ever had
q lover, or was in lOyo horsolf; she
knows nothing of my exalted senti-
ments; I feel can afford to be mag
unanimous. Meanwhile Aunt Becky
slowly arose, unlocked the gshining
mahogany and took out of pigeon
hole a little soiled chamOis-leather
bag.
spend it all on foolish finery."
80 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 You've been
| a good girl, Margaret" she said slow
Ily. 81 hope you'll get along WE'LL
/ There's an old proverb that says
"When poverty comes in at the door,
love flies out the window" But
Richard DaltOn's fine young man
he puts me i'm mind Of" Here my
aunt stopped abruptly, and locked up
the desk with a loud snap; then re
suming her knitting and her usual
manner at the same time she added,
''There don't come kissing and bother
me. You've made me drop six stitches
already"
Ispent fifty dollars. Itwas the good
old times, reader, long before the war,
and was only to be young archi-
I tectIs Wife,yOu know; and hid the 9TH
1 er precious fifty for rainy day.
IL hope you won't mind its being a
queer place to take a lady, said Dick
arm we walked to the down town
church, that golden June morning.
'Oh, no. Dick; if you don't mind l
don't" I said hopefully, looking up
"A long way up-into his face, for l
am only a blue-eyed morsel of a Wo-
man, and Dick is full six feet high.
'FThere happened to be those two va
cant rooms back of the office, and the
chureh-yard is very green and cheer
/ ful, so I thought you wouldn't mind
/ ifI took them just at the beginning
Pm afraid you will laugh at my grand
apartments meublee, but l know you
can make it cheerful, Dame TrOt."
81 Cont believe your furnishing
will be one bit queerer than my house.
\ keeping. We are greenhOrns-t that's
! one comfort
1--WE shan't be troubled with much
company at all events ~ said Dick,
laughing. "Our acquaintances won't
bestir themselves very often, fancy,
I to climb up to the fourth story Of old
/ St Thomas's Building for a morning
call. But you'd rather live so, wouldn't
YOU than at a smelling boarding
! house p" And Dicks handsome face
expressed intense disgust.
! At this moment however, the
church was reached. Morning pray
ers were Just over; the few piously
/ disposed individuals who had stayed
in were coming out, the white-rObbed
choristeI had disappeared within the
sacristry and the clergyman was fol-
lowing. A verger stepped quietly
I'D aud whispered something in his
ear; he paused, turned and came back
to the communion rail. A few sight
4 seeing country people, and little rag
1 ged newsboy peering around the pew
nearest the door, were the only wit
|nesses of our marriage. In ten min
utes the great deed was done and
walked out of the echurch-Dick's wife.
Was it possible? The world seemed
to take singularly little notice ofsuch
a remarkable event.
st. ThOmas's Building, all the
world knows, stands not a stones
throw from the church where Margar-
ct Blaine was transformed, in some
wonderful way, into Mrs. Richard
Dalton. I mounted breathlessly up
the four flights of an iron stairway,
the walls whereof were plentifully
besprinkled with signs pertaining tc
the occupants Of the numerous offices,
and paused painting on the tOpmOst
floor before a shabby little door, hall
ground glass, on which was Inscribed
the legend, ar. Dalton, Architect. -
We entered, a huge green baize screen
stood a short distance within, conceal.
ing the Office beyond, and forming 8
sort of Yestibule for a second door
This Dick unlocked, and pushing me
before him, closed it, saying eheerily
uHere's home, Dame Trot! It's pull
one, but our ain! Thank God fol
thatW
"Oh, Dickr I cried standing OF
tiptoe to hug him; "what lovely
, little room, l am sure l ought t0 b
happy when such a darling old fellow
: has made everything so nice and pret
ty for me-"
The darling old fellow kissed nj
with a very pleased face, and /, sub
, siding to my natural level and the or
dinary position of society, took a sur
vey Of my apartments.
1 There was no carpet; but the moo
Z was waxed and polished in the Frencl
fashion. The walls were painted ID
pale green, with bright quaint Dor
der Of many colors, here and thsr