The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1875-12-02
A Bridal TOur-The Advantage Tn TEX
ing Your MOIher-Iu-IaW AIoay

There were three of them. One was the
BRIDE, the other u groom with red ears and
maiden whi>kers, and the third was the
brid's mother. They were at the Grand
Trunk depot yesterday morning to take t e
train West. The young man clasped MS
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 well salts
| fed. Pretty soon the groom went out. and
when he returned he threw five popcorn
balls and big bar of I,eanut candy into the
brides lap, and handed the old lady an
other. 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 Sabinths, amt youl"
"Why, of course"
'And have a right to feel an interest in
your
''Of course"
'And we are now on a bridal tour, ain't
we9"
Yes"
swell, now you've been squandering
money all along, Peter. You took hack,
you bought jack-knife and you've just
thrown money away. feel that it is my
duty to tell you to hold up before you make
fool of yourself"'
''Whose money is this9" he asked, grow
ing very red IN the face.
''lt is yours, IND what is yours is Sabin-
tha's, and it is my duty, as her mother, to
speak out when l see you fooliDg your
money away"
81 guess can take care of my money"
he retorted.
"Perhaps you can, Pete White, but there
are those in your fanllly who can't"
He struggled with his feelings as the
bride shook her head at him, and then
asked:
Did marry you2"
''No, sir, you didn't, you little bow
legged, apology for man, but have a
right to speak for my daughter"
''You can speak all you want to, but l
want you to understand that l can manage
nay own affairs, and that 1 don't care for
your ADVICE"
''Peter White" she slowly responded,
waving the peanut candy close to his nose,
II see we've got to have fuss, and we
might as well have it now"
''Mai ma!' 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 Pm going to tell him Just what
think of himI He commenced the fuss,
and We'll see who'll end it'
''You mind your business and I'll attend
to mine!' growled Peter.
''Oh! you bumped backed hypocrite"
she hissed, jobblng at his eye with the pea
nut bar. "Only month ago you called me
Mother Hull, and was going to give me
the best room in the new house!'
you'll never have q room in a house of
mine!" he exclaimed.
'And l don't want one, you red-eared
hypocritel"
Don't Peter-don't mai" sobbed the
bride.
''Its my duty, sabintha; its your moth
er's-w
''Don't cry, Sabby," he interrupted;
''don't mind what she says"
'0Try to set my own daughter up agln HE,
will you9" hissed the old ladya she brought
the peanut bar down on his nose.
''Oh! map yelled the bride.
''You old wretch!" hissed Peter as he
clawed at her.
''None of the Whites will ever run over
mel" exclaimed the mother-iu-luw as she
got hold of his shirt collar and hauled him
around
''l'll knock your old --"
"You can't knock nOthing!" she inter-
rupted, backing him against the table.
''Ma! Oh-h-h! ma -a-a" howled Sabintha
A dozen other passengers in the room,
who had been interested and amused listen |
ers, here interrupted, and Peter was re-
leased from the old lady's grasp, his collar
having been torn off and his cheek scratched
81 expected this and prepared for itl''
painted the mother-in-aw, as she leaned
against the wall. ''This doesn't end it by
any means The bridal tower will come to
stop tomorrow, and then we will see
whether l have got any business to speak
for Sabintha or noti"
As the train moved away the old lady
wore a grim smile, Sabintha was weeping,
and Peter was struggling with another pa
per collar.''