Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1875-12-08
A BRIDAL TOUR.

There were three Oh tntfn. Ohs
was bride, the other happy groom
with rod ears and maiden whiskcrs
and the third was the brides mother
They were at the Grand Trunk depot
yesterday morning to take the train
West The young man clasped his
young wiies 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 trew five pop corn balls and
q 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 mar
ried TO Sabintha, amt you? y
"why, of course
"And ] have right 10 feel an in.
terest in you p
"Of course"
"And we are now on your bridal
trip, aint we?'
ayes"
"Well, now, you've been squandering
money all along, Peter. You took a
hack you bought oysters; you bought
a jack knife, and you've just thrown
money away. / feel that it is my duty
to toll You TO hold up before you make
q fool Of yourself
"Whose money is this ?" he asked,
growing very red in the face.
at is yours, and what is yours is
Sabintba's, and it is my duty as her
mother TO speak out when | see you
fooling your money away"
'I guess | can take care Of my mon
eyw he rctorted-
"Perbaps you can, Peter White, but
there are those in your family who
can't"
lie struggled with his feelings as the
bride shook her head at him, and then
asked
"Did marry you n
mo, sir, you didn't, you little bow
legged apology for man, but have
right TO speak for my daughter"
"You can speak all you want to; but
| want you to understand that l can
manage my own affairs, and tha. l
don't care for your advice"
"Peter Whitel' she slowly respond
ed, waving the peanut candy close to
his nose, IL see we've got to have
fuss, and ! guess we might as well have
il noww
MAJ mar whispered the bride, pull
ing at the old lady's shawl.
"You needn't ma me, Sabintha. This
Peter White has deceived us both about
his temper, and am going to tell him
Just what | think about himl He
commenced this fuss and now we'll see
who'll end itl''
"You mind your business and I'll at
tend TO minci' growled Peter.
aOhl you humped-back hypocritc|
she Missed, jabbing at his eye with the
peanut bar. "Only month ago you
called me Mother Hull and was 60
ing to give me the best room in the
new houser
you'll never have a room in house
of minel" be exclaimed.
"And don't want one, you red cared
bypocrite"
"Don't Peter-don't ma, sobbed the
bride.
ats my duty, ssbintha; It's your
mothers"
@Don't cry, Sabby," he interrupted !;
"don't mind what she says"
'Try to set my daughter up agin
me, will you ?" hissed the old lady as
she brought the peanut bar down on
his nose.
"Oh, ma y yelled the bride.
"You old wretch" hissed Peter, as
he clawcd at her.
"None of the Whites will ever run
over me- exclaimed the motherin-
law, as she got hold of his shirt collar
and hauled him around.
an knock your Old"
"You can't knock nothing she in
terrupted, backing him up against the
wall.
"ifal O-h-h, maw howled Sabintha.
The dozen other passengers in the
room, who had been interested and
amused listeners, here interrupted, and
Peter was released from the old lady's
grasp, his collar having been torn of
and his cheek scratched.
IL expected this, and prepared for
i'll" painted the motherin-law, as she
leaned against the wall. "This bridal
tower will come TO stop tomorrow,
and then we'll see whether I've got
any business to speak up for Sabintha
or notw
|. As the train moved away the old
lady wore n grim smile, Sablntha was
weeping, and Peter was struggling
with another paper collar.-Detroit
Free Press.