The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-09-02

| his sleeve. AS the District Attorney thus
stood scratching his matted head, a bravely
arrayed figure, bestriding gayly capari-
soned mule, trotted down the bank and
cried out:
81 say, sur, are ye the boss lahyer ov
the Barr"
81 am," said the District Attorney,
putting on his hat
care ye on the marry ?" the stranger
asked pleasantly, as he got off the mule and
took seat on rock by the waters edge.
"Eh ?"
is marrying in yer line ?''
"I don't catch your meaning" said the
District Attorney, anxiously.
81 mean have ye iver done any marry
in yerself," explained the stranger
leisurely cutting a pipeful from plug of
tobacco.
Well, no." said the District Attorney
"Why ?"
Bekase I'd like ye to splice myself an
Mary Brady over at the Flat the night
Mary, ye know, daughter of Ould Brady,
what keeps the deadfall-kin ye do it ?"
ooh, certainly" said the District At
torney, without hesitation.
Well, come on thin-there's horse
fur ye at the cabin beyant."
Brown, who is a distinguished lawyer
now with no bad habits, had his doubts
| about it. He had never heard of a district
attorney marrying people before. But he
remorsefully reflected that his studies in
his profession had not been profound. Any
way, it was reasonable to suppose that
law, like morals and religion, might relax
in the California atmosphere on this occa-
sion. And so Brown has said, 81 made
up my mind to risk it and go with Mr..
Finnegan over, to the Flat. Besides, l
have always prided myself on good men,
ory, so hadn't any doubt, after my pious
bringing up, that could remember the
marriage service perfectly" 5.s
The wedding was to be celebrated at the
Cosmopolitan Saloon-Mr. Finnegan had
been irreverent in calling it dead-fall--
and the District Attorney found large
and tipsy company making tremendous
noise and pledging the expectant bride in
raw rum, pending the arrival of the BRIDE
groom, and himself. The company was
larger than select. The whole male popu-
lation of the Flat had come out as matter
of course, despising the formality of wait
| ing for invitations. There were only three
ladies-the bride and her mother and Mrs.
General Hardinge--the wife of General
Hardinge, who was stopping for few
weeks at the Flat, with view to invest
ment. MIR. Brady having gotten money
and lands, by means of the Cosmopolitan,
beautiful dressed lady got an invitation.
There were several other ladies living at
the Flat, but / regret to say they were not
such as could be invited to wedding.
1t was very lively assembiage indeed.
Old Brady himself could hardly keep his
feet, and refused TO charge for his rum
something that is handed down in the
Flat to this day-for when Mr.. Brady was
sober or even ordinarily drunk, he was
great skinflint. The boys were sitting
round the tables playing cards or standing
at the bar in knots Everybody was speak
ing at once, and everybody was anxious to
drink his glass with everybody else in hon.
or of the bride. The healthy young lass
sat between her mother and the Generals
lady, who were perfect batteries of sorrow
ing sympathy Poor Miss Brady was red
as piece Of cinnabar, with the excitement
and the attention and an occasional bash
full sip of watered rum, dozen tumblers
Of which beverage were constantly extend
ed by gallant hands. General Hardinge,
the only man present who wore white
shirt and his was very large and white in
deed, kept near the blushing Miss Brady
and reused the envy of every Flatter by
his suave manners and handsome person
Gintlimin, come to orther p cried Mr.
Brady, thickly, and knocking glass on
the counter in shambling way 'the
lahyer's come"
A deep silence fell upon the bar-room
of the Cosmopolitan, as this important
truth was given forth. And great many
jaws dropped, and numerous pairs of arms
became burdens to their owners, as the
District Attorney grayely followed Mr..
Finnegan who, boxing neither to the
right nor left, stalked solemnly to the side
of the bride. Everybody felt oppressed
and uncomfortable, somewhat as one feels
on being presented at Court, il ignorant of