Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1875-1878, 1875-12-08


..Yes." 5s7 s3 a
"Well, now, you We been squandering
money all along. Peter. You took
hack; you bought oysters; you bought
jack knif; and you We just thrown mon
ey away. 4 feel that Il is my duty ts
tell you to held up before you axe .
fool Of yourseif!" -
NV hose money is this?" he asked,
growing very red in the face. f~&
1t is yours, and what is yours is
Sahintha's. and it. is my duty as her
mother TO speak out " hen see you fool
ing your money away"
81 guess l can take care Of my mon
cyl" he retorted. s9t 3sss E aa'ea
Perhaps, you can, Peter White, but
there are those 10 your family who
can't" ,..-....
He struggled with his feelings as the
bride shook her head ut him and then
asked: I'D &aih@ 9sezaea 5s3s aIE s.a.3
did | marry. youY" ,s ,.sa s.3 4aYe
"No. Sir, you didn't, you. little bow.
legged apology for man. but I have =
rightto speak for my daughter" G->5
/ a"You can speak all you want to, but
want you to upderstand that ! can
manage my. own affairs, and that don't
care for your adv.ce." ''i'''.'os -
'ir'Peter White!" she slowly respond.
ed, waving the peanut candy close to
his nose, ~ see we've got to have = fuss.
and We might as we'll have it now!''' ..,.+
os"Msl NAL" whispered the bride, pull
ling AT the old lady's shawl sti'' E*ss
on needn't ma me. Sabinthal This
Peter White has deceived US both about
his temper, and Fm going to tell him
Just what think uf h;ml He COM
menced this fuss and we'll see who'll
end i'll" a3a .sy.3 Taa q ,b63si5i
"You mind your own business and
I'll attend to lnine!'' growled Peter. .,-r,,
'.0hl you hump. Backed hypocritel"
she hissed, jabbing 1t his eye with tho
peanut bar. "OnlyJ alnonth ago you
called me Mother HulI,' and was going
to give mo the best room in tho new
house!"
..You'll never have room in house
Of minei" he exclaimed + fgy zs@}Gcz
And ! don't want one, you red-sared
hypocrite! ,.t-,.- [..I........-f.a.,
"Don't, Peter-don't, NAL" sobbed
the bride. 9 ~ Z. 49, a .@ssss s2@-
"Its my duty, Sabintha; it's your
mother's-!" ......s. =; na sf.G.
"Don't cry, S.bby," he interrupted;
.'don't mind what she says!
"Try to set my daughter up agin me,
will your" hissed the old lady, as she
brought the peanut-bar down on his
nose. .. -....-.s.. -
"Ohi NAL" yelled the bride.
you old wretch" i" hissed Peter, a.
he clawed at her. .'.' '.h- .-&'#.
"None Of the Whites will ever run
over mel" exclaimed the mother-in-law,
as she got hold of his shirt.collar and
hauled him around. ~......
"l'll knock your old--''
"You can't knock nothing!" she in
terrupted, backing him against tho
table. s..,sa <...nn;fz r., rre.s s4,E .*
'"Ma! 0h-h. hi NAL" howled sabin.
tha. ''.s. '>,,''
The dozen other passengers in the
room who had been interested ahd anus
ed listeners, here interrupted, and Peter
v as released from the old lady's grasp,
his collar having been torn off and his
cheek scratched. "~l@ .'ss- go
IL expected this, and prepared for
it,, painted the mother-in law, as she
leaned against the wall. ''This doesn't
end it, 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 up for Ssb,ntha or
not!" . ... ...-, .,..r.. .........s. ....:
AS the train moved away the old lady
wore grim smile, Sabintha was weep
ing and Peter was stru .g'ing with an. =
ether paper collar.-D troit Free Rress.