Knoxville Whig and chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1875-1882, 1875-11-24
The Bridal Tower.
From the Detroit Free Press.

There were three of them. One was
a bride, the other happy groom with
red ears and maiden whIskers, end the
third was the BRIDES mother. They
were at the Grand Trunk Depot yes
terday morning to take the train west.
The young man clapped his young
wife's fat hand, rolled up his eyes, and
they seemed happy, while the mother
in.law paraded up and down the sit
ting-room with lordly air and seemed
well satisfied. Pretty soon the groom
went out, and when he returned he
threw five popcorn 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 specta-
Giles, and thus addressed the young man
with red ears:
"See here, Peter White you are mar
ried to Sabintha, amt you ?"
Why, of course"
"And 1 have q right to feel an in
terest in you ?"
"Of course.n
land we are now on your bridal
tower, amt we"
Hes.n
Well, now, you've been squander-
ing money all along, Peter. You took
hack you bought oysters; you
bought jackknife, and you've just
thrown money away. feel that 1t is
my duty to tell you to hold up before
you make fool of yourself !"
Whose money is this?h he asked
growing very red in the face.
" 1t is yours, and what is yours is
Sabintha's, and it is my duty as her
mother to speak out when l see you
fnolinO UOnr nnnpU away ~
81 guess | can take care of my mon
ey !" 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 at him and then
asked?
Did marry you?"
"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
| want you to understand that | can
manage my own affairs, aud that L
don't care for of your advice"
Peter White !" she slowly respond
ed, waving the peanut candy close to
his nose, II see we've got to have a
fuss, and we might as well have il
now ~
MA map 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 going to tell
him just what / think of him! He
commenced this fuss, and we'll see
who'll end it!
You mind your business and I'll
attend to minep' growled Peter.
"Oh! you hump-backed hypo-
critic she Kissed, jabbing at his eye
With the peanut-bar. "Ouly month
ago you called me Mother Hull and
was going to give me the best room in
the new housed"
You'll never have room in q
house Of mine !" he exclaimed.
And l don't want one, you red
cared hypocrite!"
Don't, Peter-don't, ma" sobbed
the bride.
-, Its my duty sabintha' It's your
Don't cry, Sabby," he interrupt
ed "don't mind what she Gays !"
Try to set my daughter up agin me,
will you?" Missed the old lady, as she
brought the peanut bar down on his
nose.
"Oh ma 20 yelled the bride.
"YOu old wretch! ~ Kissed Peter, as
he clawed at her.
None of the Whites will ever run
over nae !" exclaimed the mother-in.
law, as she got hold of his shirt collar
and hauled him around.
I'm knock your old-W
You can't knock nothing m she
interrupted, backing him against the
table.
ma Oh.h-h map howled Sabin
tina.
The dozen other passengers in the
room who had been interested anC
amused listeners, here interrupted, anC
Peter was released from the old lady,
grasp, his collar having been torn of
and his cheek scratched.
expected this, and prepared fol
itW painted the mother-tn-law as SHE
leaned against the wall. This dosen'
, end it, by any means! This brida
tower will come to a stop tomorrow
and then we'll see whether I've go
any business to speak up for Sabinthi
r or not ~
As the train moved away the old LADY
wore grim smile, Sabintha was weep
ing, and Peter was struggling with an
other paper collar.