The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-06-05
MARRIED UNDER DIFFICULTIES.
BY GARRY MOSS,

MARRIED UNDER DIFFICULTIES
RY GARRY MOSS
eyes, Tom, you heard the rights O
the story some one did cry out, Il for
bid the bans
"That was a nice fix to be in, Cal
tell you, at that late hour. Beesy an,
in church, with Miss Spicer, the OLE
generals daughter, for bridesmaid, ant
John Charles, particularly nobby fel
low, who stood up as best man. Their
was Bessy, as pretty as picture. dress
ed in as handsome a bridal outfit as eve
you saw-white satin and lace and flow
ers and veil. I'm not much at descrip
ton about woman's rig, but vow ant
declare, though I've seen many of ZEN
since, I've never come cross a bride al
| ALFRED pretty as she was, and I never
shall.
"I didn't want to be married il
church-it looked sort of conspicuous
but Bessy wouldn't be married any 9th.
er way, and wanted Bessy.
"Well, the minister, a very tall,
grave-1Ooking man, standing on the
other side of the rail, had Just. begun
the service, and says he, If any man
has any reasons why and SO forth
you know what it is-'let him now
speak, or forever after hold his tongue,
when up jumps somebody in the back of
the house and cries-out:
"I forbid the bansl'
"Well, that was a pretty kettle of
fish to begin with. I felt Bessy trem
BILE, and I grew hot all over. If the old
man, her father, a queer old codger, had
taken it into his head that Bessy was
too good for me-and, indeed, I don't
deny she was-I was done for. But
then that couldn't be. The minister he
turned red, and the people who had
come to see were in a state of restless
ness, you may be sure.
"' For what reason do you forbid the
bans?' asked he of the white gown.
All this passed much quicker than can
write it.
"Because she is already nv wife,
Essays 1, That's lie tssand her father
repeated it with an amendment which
was not exactly appropriate to the
place--and in a moment there was a
pretty how dye do. I had made my
way to the back of the church, and if I
had laid hands on that fellow he'd never
seen the outside of his skin again. I'd
have torn him in pieces. But there was
crowd some pointed out one and
some another and one man gravely
told me the villain had gone home to
get the proofs. Then Bessy frightened
out of her wits on missing me, screamed
and tainted away, and of course the
minister couldn't have gone on anyhow.
Bessy's mother began scolding me, and
Bessy's father ripped round there all
but swearing in the very face of the
parson, till 1 surely thought the last
day had come and we had all gone crazy
together. So we had to go back, every
body mad, Bessy in Mysteries, and the
old folks storming at her, at me, and
each other. Upon my word, Tom, you'd
have pitied me or any other man, for
what was to do? A slur had been
cast upon Bessy, poor innocent child,
and even 1, who had been her love less
than six months, didn't know what to
think of the statement SO boldly made
before all Israel and the sun.
"Well, of course it got into the
papers, and all manner of comments
were made, which nearly drove me dis
tracted. What to do we didn't know.
Bessy's aunt, q regular old Tabby, de-
clared it was the worst of bad luck to
have a marriage put of, and abused me
like pickpocket. The wedding break
fast stayed for two days untasted, while
Bessy's father and myself went tearing
round the city to find the man who had
set all this trouble going; it was like
hunting for needle in hayrick.
Meantime poor little Bessy was
sick with low, nervous fever. 1 went
there every day to inquire about her
and muse upon the uncertainty OF mum
dane affairs generally, when one morn
ing the door was opened before l had
reached the top step, a big, red hand
pulled me inside, and the whole house
hold began an Indian dance, including |
but scalps and the war
whoop.
'Bulger, my glorious fellow, we're
all right = shouted the old gentleman,
giving me such a slap between the |
shoulders that / lost my breath.
"'M My dear boy, our SORROWS are at
IN end, SMILED the almost mother-ln' !
aw.
eel hope it won't be put off again,
Tor then we should have funeral, re-
marked the Tabby aunt, looking at me
rom under her spectacles with her
usual severity of expression.
"' What you haven't found -
cried I, utterly unable TO finish from
sheer bewilderment.
"'Yes, we've found him 7 said the
"The poor, miserable wretch!' eiac-
Hated the maternal.
"tOught to be roasted alive, NUT
cred Tabby, glaring at me.
"' 10, cried a weak voice at the head
IF the stairs come up here.
"You may guess now those stairs
from under my feet. Poor
3essy, pale little thing, fell into my
rms without any fuss, and cried-and
cried. Then, after all this
,mmotion was overland it didn't kill
ne-my beaming er-in.law that
hould have been at that time, handed
ne paper, with the brief remark,
read = And this is what L read
"a lunatic from G., in the county
If M -, has been at large for a
month, but was last night tracked to
lis hiding place in this city, and taken
pack to the asylum. 1t seems, from
he accounts we can gather, that he has
'een leading an eventful life since his
scape, having personated, successfully,
member of congress, the governor of
state, and bank president. He is
videntlv q genius, and is highly de-
lighted with his tour. One exploit of
which he boasts-for singularly enough
lie remembers his pranks-was that of
polling a wedding. The circumstance
viii be remembered. and we are most
lappy to make matters smooth again
or on esteemed fellow citizens, j. b
and G. l., also the charming
,ride, whose maiden meditatiops were
o ruthlessly and painfully broken in
lpon. We congratulate them as hearth
y as if the wedding were consummated,