The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-10-08
a CALIFORNIA ETCHING.

The district attorney OF Murdercrs
Bar stood up to his knees in the Yu-
ba But as his rubber boots came as
high as his hips there was 10 fear of
his getting wet, as he made the mud
dy.river muddier by his unceasinS
labor at the rocker,
Distance lent beauty and pictures
quenccs to the district attorney. A
near view disclosed several details
that were not credtable to the guar
dian Of the legal honor of the Muir
derer's Bar. His red shirt, that n
hundred feet off would have set an ar
tist to skctching incontincntly, at ten
would have made laundryman
groan. At photograph distance his
mother would have wept, for although
the district attorney had only been
away from Yale two years, and in
California one, his nose had acquired
color that like the hue of choice
meerschaum, could only have been
gained by steady effort If the par
son of his native town could have
changed his opinion OF the district
attorneys natural piety, for although
the young man was of an excellent
family, he took a clay pipe from be-
meath his teeth. and swore ably at
the poor results of an hours hard
washing. lying in the bottom of the
rocker Then he looked up at the
sun and transferred his profanity to
that body, as he took of his slouched
hat and wiped his forehead with his
sleeves. AS the district attorney
thus stood scratching his matted head,
a bravcly aTrayed figure, bestriding a
gayly caparisoned mule, trotted down
the bank and cried out:
Il say, sur, are ye the boss lahyer
ov the Bar ?"
al am" said the district attorney
putting on his hat
"Are We on tie marry" the stran-
ger asked pleasantly, as he got off the
mule and took seat on the rock by
the waters cge.
"Eh?r
Is marrying in your line 2"
II don't catch your meaning" said
the district attorney anxiously.
II mean Eey We iver done any mar
ryin' yerseif,n explained the stranger,
leisurely cutting pipeful from plug
of tobacco.
"Well, no." said the district attor-
ney, why"
"Bekase Id like to splice myself
an Mary Brady over at the Glat the
night-Mary, ye know, daughter OF
Ould Brady what keeps the deadfall
ken We do it?'
"Oh, certainly" said the district
attorney, without hesitation
q" "Well, como on thin-there's q
horse for We at the cabin beyant" -
Brown, who is distinguished law
yer now, with no bad habits, had his
doubts about it. He had never heard
of district attorney marrying pco-
pie before But he remorsefully re-
llected that his studies in his profes-
sion had not been profound. Any
wav, it was reasonable to suppose
that law, like morals and religion,
! might relax in the California atmos-
phere ON this occasion. And so
Brown has said, I'll made up my
mind to risk it and so go with Mr..
Finnegan over TO the Flat. Besides,
| have always pridcd myself on Il coed
memory, so hadn't any doubt, after
my pious bringing up, that could
remember the marriage service per-
fectlv.'
This wedding was to be celebrated
at the Cosmopolitan saloon-Mr. Fin
negan had been irrevcrcnt in calling
it deadfall--and the district attor-
ney found large and tipsy company
making tremendous noise and
pledging the expeciant bride in raw
rum, pending the arrival ofthe bride
groom, and himself The company
was larger than select. The whole
male population Of the Flat had come
out as a matter of course, despising
the formality of waiting for invita-
tions. There We're only three ladies
the bride and her mother and Mrs
Gen. Hardinge-the wife of General
Hardinge, who was stopping for a
few weeks at the Flat, with q view
to investment. Mr. Brady having
gotten money and lands, by means of
the Cosmopolitan, took an interest in
the general, and his beautifully dress
ed lady got an invitation. There
were several other ladies living at the