Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1871-05-18
DAME TROT.

We were very young, Dick and I, and
he was decidedly poor, to be sure but
then, as he had nobody but me who
cared particularly about him, and had
nolo 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
Nevertheless, it was with very shal<y
knees and very chilly hands squeezed
tightly. together in q nervous manner
that i. slipped into Aunt Becky's room,
where she sat by the fire knitting at
those everlasting blue woolen stockings,
and mumbled out,
T" Aunt Becky, Dick and have been
talking over our prospect" and then
made pal1ses es-,
seHumph,n said my aunt and twitched
her spectacles snappishly.
&C And we think-that is Dick thinks
we may as we'll be married now as
wait.
/" Ha r. 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 e. i-5-s-rs=
"And, aunt, you know 1 must have
some clothes, and, if you please, /
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" ..-...-.-...f-tI ..s III
" Oh, 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"
1 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 1
feel l can afford to be magnanimous.
Meanwhile Aunt Becky slowly rose, un-
looked the big, shining mahogany, and
took out of a pigeon-hole little soiled
chamois-leather bag. ,t-.
"Here, child,'' she said, "don't spend
it all on foolish fnery"
40 aunt, how good of you. Thank
? you a thousand times. Indeed, / will
spend it sensibly.''
The old lady was not altogether hard
hearted, after all. you've been a
good girl, Margaret" she said slowly.
"I 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
Here my aunt stopped abruptly, and
locked the desk with loud snap
then aresuming her knitting and her
usual manner at the same time, she
added, C There, don't come kissing and
bothering me. You've made me drop
six stitches already" E
I spent fifty dollars it was the good
old times" reader, "long before the
war;" and 1 was only to be young
architects wife, you know; and hid
the other precious, fifty for rainy
day.
queer place to take lady," said Dick to
walked to the down town church, that
golden June morning.
" Oh, no, Dick; if you don't mind 1
DON'T" said hopefully, looking up-a
long way up-into hisfaoe, for am only
. a blue-eyed morsel of a, woman, and
Dick is full six feet high. .-......
There happened to be those two va
can't rooms back of the Office, and the
church-yard is very green and cheerful
70 thought you wouldn't t mind if I took
them just as a beginning. Pm afraid
Z. you will laugh at my grand apartments
but L know you can make it cheerful
Dame Trot. r-s.,5r=
. 81 don't believe your furnishing will
be one bit queerer than my housekeep-
. ing. We are greenhorns-that'so one
comfort - sE-
g We shan't be troubled with much
company at all events p said Dick
laughing. Our acquain tances won't
bestir themselves very often, fancy, tc
climb up to the fourth story of St
Thomas's Building for morning call.
= But you'd rather live so, wouldn't you
than in smelly boarding house ?' And
Dicks handsome face expressed in.
tense disgust oI'-'''s. -, &c.,. GO
T. 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 yergel
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
N tly witnesses of our marriage. In ten
minutes the great deed was done, and
walked out of -churoh-Dick's wife
as ltpossible The world seemed tc
Iake slngularly little notice of such q
remarkable event.
:. st. Thomas Building, as all the world
knows, stands stones throw from, tbe
church where Margaret Blaine was
transformed, in some wonderful wav
into Mrs. Richard Dalton. l 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
topmost Aoor, before a shabby little
door, half ground glass, on which was
inscribed the legend, R. Dalton, Arch
itect." We entered. A huge green
balze screen stood a short distance
within, concealing the office beyond