The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1873-06-05
A Matrimonial Adventure.

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A Matrimonial Adventure.
The sensation of the season at Swell
cove was Miss Arahella Wyshbone, the
rich heiress-such at least, she passed
for. A wealthy aunt, in infirm health, the
story ran, had willed her an immense for
tune, of which, any day, she might become
the mistress. Quoted at nineteen, she
looked older; but such anachronisms are
common in feminine chronology. Her
| figure was thinnlsh, her hair reddish, her
eyes grayish, and not quite parallel. If
you don't fancy the picture, we can only
say you would have passed for no judge
at Swellcove.
Among the visitors at the "Cove" that
season, was a nice young man from the
| city. We need not describe him moro
particularly-to know one of these nice
young men is to know all. His name was
De Quincy Dothunter.
MIR. Dothunter's business was genteel
| idleness. By his own account, he was
down on the right side of the books of
rich uncle, whom the life tables didn't
| give over five years to run, to say nothing
of the family govt, and a hopeful contin-
gency of apoplexy.
How in the world young lady of Miss
| Wyshbone's cleverness could tolerate such
a puppy as De Quincy Dothunter, was
the oft-expressed wonder of the crowd of
| enviOus competitors to whom it was
obvious that that gentleman's attention
was more favorably received than their
| own.
But women are law unto themselves.
The fact is-and we are content to state
it, letting the reason gO-that Miss Wysh-
| bone exhibited SO marked a preference for
Mr.. Dothunter's society that that gen.
tleman as good as had the field to him.
self.
Both were too discreet to be precipitate
There was none of that headlong falling in
love, which is never found in polite society.
They had sat on the sand and padded in
the surf together many times, before any
thing which might be called of a tender
nature passed between them And when
Mr.. Dothunter did venture hint at the
state of his feelings, the lady at once cut
him short.
THAT is matter first to be discussed be-
tween our relatives" she said.
Certainly, but"
"Come, can't hear another word now.
MY aunt will be down here tomorrow, and
if your uncle"
Mr.. Dothunter looked blank.
"My uncle" he said with some confus-
ion of voice and manner-"the fact is, my
uncle is so chained down to business-his
nose so kept to the mercantile grindstone
you know how it is with these old fel-
lows-besides, he is a confirmed invalid,
confined most of the time to his ROOM"
VERY well, sir" replied the firm young
lady; "till he and my aunt have talked
the affair over, can have nothing to
say" .
length.
"What time could your aunt see my
uncle?' he asked.
O'Clock"
II will return to the city this evening""
said Mr.. Dothunter, land make a personal
appeal to my uncle"
Mr. DOthunter took his leave on the
next train for the city.
At the time appointed, Mr.. Dothunter's
uncle, a sprucely attired elderly gentle
man, called at the principal Swellcove
hotel, and having sent up his card, was
duly ushered into the presence of gen.
teel looking elderly lady.
Bows and compliments exchanged, the
business of the meeting was at once pro-
ceeded to.
"My nephew, madam" the gentleman
began, informs me that his happiness
depends ON the answer you shall give to
the demand, which he has deputed me to
make, of your niece's hand"
This is too grave matter to be de-
cided hastily" she said. "Arabella, you
see, is so very young-and then, the for
tune she will, at no distant day, inherit"
A hacking cough interrupted the SEN
tence.
"And my nephew's prospects," warmly
broke in the old gentleman, '.most people
will call not inconsiderable. The house
of Trett s. Co., of which I have the honor
to be the head, is not, believe, unknown
in commercial circles. My nephew will
come in for all have and very soon,
too, fear" Mr.. Trett added, making a
not very successful effort to look frail.
"The importance of such union makes
deliberation all the more necessary" re-
piled the lady. would suggest at least
years delay"
"A year!' Mr.. Trett fairly bounded in
his chair. Had he been himself the lover
his disappointment could scarcely have
been more manifest "Good heavens con-
slider, madam! My nephew is of an i'm
patient temper, and if your niece loves
him as he loves her, they will certainly be
driven to elope, and what would you do
then, MADAME"
"Of, course l should forgive her, poor
dear-she is all I have left in the world;
but then it would quite kill me if she
acted So" said the old lady, crying and
coughing together.
Mr.. Trett's eyes fairly glistened with
pleasure. The answer to his last Ques-
ton, which he had waited for with eager
ness, was plainly satisfactory.
Finding the aunt's resolution inflexible,
but expressing the hope she might be in
duced to alter it, Mr.. Trett did not prolong
his visits.
Next day Mr.. Dothunter rushed wildly
into Arabella's presence. On her cheek
were traces of tears.
II know the worst!" he cried. ely
with me, dearest, beyond the reach of the
cruelty that would defer our hopes"
SObbing, she leaned her head upon his
shoulder.
In few hurried words he consoled her;
ever planned before, q rendezvous was
fixed, and before another hour had elapsed,
| the twain were one flesh.
What was to be done next
"Go and ask your aunt's forgiveness"
suggested the bridegroom.
"She left this morning"
@Well, we can go where she is"
las! she will never forgive me-"
whimpered Arabella. ~ ~
Nonsense! know she will"
"How do you known"
"Why, she told me so herself, yester-
day"
He could have bit his tongue off for
making such slip. Us
Told you SO herself! Why you were
not here Yesterday and xof1 never sau INV