Union and American. [volume] (Greeneville, Tenn.) 1875-1877, 1875-11-24
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There were three of them. One
was q bride, the other \ groom with
red ears and maiden whiskers, and
the third was the brides mother.
They were at the Grand Trunk
Depot yesterday morning to take
the tram west. The young man
clasped his young wife's fat hand,
rolled up his eyes and they seemed
happy, while the mother-in- law
paraded up and down the sitting
room with lordly air and seemed
we'll satisfied. Pretty soon the
groom went out, and when he re-
turned he threw five popcorn balls
and big bar of peanut-candy into
the brides lap and handed the old
lady another. She turned up her
nose, raised her spectacles, and
thus addressed the young man with
red ears:
See here. Peter White, you are
married to Sabintha, aint your
"Why, of course"
'And have q right to feel an
interest in youS'
'Of course"
"And we are now on your bridal
tower. aint we?'
-Yes."
swell, now, you've been squan-
dering money all along, Peter
You took a hack, you bought oys-
ters. you bought jack-knife and
you've just thrown money away
l feel that it is my duty to tell you
to hold up before you make fool
of yoursclfr'
"Whose money is this?'' he ask
ed, growing very red in the face.
alt is yours, and what is yours
is Sabintha's, an it is my duty as
her mother to speak out when / see
you fooling your money away"
81 guess / can take care of my
money! he retorted.
''Perhaps you can, Peter White,
but there are those in your family
who can't"
He struggled with his feelings as
the bride shook her head ut him,
and then asked:
''Did / marry you!
'No, sir, you didn't, you little
bow-leggcd apology for man, but
I have a right to speak for my
daughter"
"You can speak as much as you
want to, but want you to under
stand that I can manage my own
affairs, and that 1 don't care for
your advice"
"Peter White" she slowly re-
sponded, waving the peanut candy
close his nose, 81 see we've got to
have a fuss, and We might as well
have it now."
"Ma! mar whispered the bride,
pulling at the old lady's shawl.
"You needn't ma me, Sabintha!
This Peter White has deceived us
both about his temper, and I'm So
ine to tell him just what 1 think
of him! He commenced this fuss,
and we'll see who'll end itr'
"You mind your business and I'll
attend to miner growled Peter.
"Oh! you hump back hypocrite!"
she hissed, jobbing at his eye with
the peanut-bar. "Only a month
ago you called me Mother Hull
and was going to give me the best
room in. the new housew
you'll never have 3 room in a
house of miner he exclaimed.
"And 1 don't want one, you red
cared hypocrite?'
"Don't, Peter-don't mar sob
bed the BRIDE. ~
ats my duty, Sabintha; it's
your mother's-r'
"Don:t cry, Sabby," he inter
rupted; ''don't mind what she
says!' -.
"Try to set my daughter agin
me, will yon" hissed the old lady,
Us she brought the peanut bar down
on his nose.
"Oh! mai" yelled the bride.
"You old wretchr' Missed Peter =,
as he clawed at her.
"None of the Whites will ever
run over mew exclaimed the moth
ef-in!faw, AS she got hold of his
shirt-collar and hauled him around.
"I'll knock your old
"You can't knock: nothing" she
interrupted, backing him against
the table.
''Ma! Oh-h-h! mar howled Sa-
hintha.
The dozen other passengers in
the room, who had been interested
and amfIsed listeners, here inter
rupted, and Peter was released from
the old lady's grasp, his collar hav-
ing been torn of and his cheek
scratched.
"I expected this and prepared
for 1t" painted the mother-in-law,
as she leaned against the WALL
"This doesn't end 1t by any means
This bridal tower will come to a
stop tomorrow, and then we'll see
whether I've got any business to
speak mp for Sabintha or nOtr'
+ As the train moved away the old
lady wore a grim smile. Sabintha
was weeping, and Peter was strug-
Cling with another paper collar.