The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1875-12-02

PETER WHITES sSorHER-IN-LAw.
There were three or them. One was 3
bride, the otqer groom with red
ears and maiden whiskers, and the
third was the brides mother. They
were at the Grand Trunk Depot yss-5
terday to take the train west. The
young man clasped his wife's fat hand,
rolled up his eyes, and they seemedp
happy, while the emother-in-law parad-fi
ed up and down the sitting room with
lordly air and seemed we'll satisfied.
Pretty soon the groom went cut, and
when; he returned he threw five pop. !
corn balls and big bar Of psanut-
candy into the brides lap and handed
the old lady another. She turned mp
her nose, raised her spectacles, and
thus addressed the young rnAa With
red ears:dl 30 .i5'e81Hsls as5ii q. a3 sns
'See here, Peter White, you are i
married to Sabintha, amt your si1 .
"Why, of course"
"And have a light to feel an In.
terest in your" a"ss =ft'i.
"Of course" - i'isli f3'-'ia~i e'5s
aAnd we are now on our bridal
tower, ain't weH t1tahs5' is
eyes"
Well, now, you've been squandsriaS
money all along, Peter. Yea took .
hack, you bought oysters, you bought
jack-knife, and you've thrown MON
ey away. feel it is my duty to tell
you to hold up before you make feel
of yourself!' 3'z - :" i"9'i teltaI7
"Whese money is this ?" he asked,
growing very red in the face.
at is yours, and what il yeurs Is So.
bintha's, and it is my duty as her
mother to speak out whom see you
fosling your money away" ~
"I guess can take care OF my men-
ey," he retorted. le sai .q1#H .3ya
Perhaps you can, Peter White. bat
there arc those in your family wAe
can't" -eisios - sss,s--. ad - s'aa
He struggled with his feelings ~ the
bride shook her head at him, and then
asked: .-rrs Is ,aHa@la Eta3h sstf sIo
"Did marry ysu?" s4l ,snstls1u.
mo, SIR you didn't, you little bow 8
legged apology for man but have
right to speak for my daughter"
"You can speak all you want to;
out want you to understand that ]
manage my own affairs, and that I
don't care for your advice" 4sei i-.sii :
'Peter White she slowly responded,
waving the peanut-candy close to his
nose, Il see we've got to have fuss,
and We might as we'll have it now"
"Ma! Nal" whispered the bride,
pulling at the old lady's shawl.
"You needn't ma me, Sabintha!
rhis Peter White has deceived us
both about his temper, and Pm gong
to tell him jnst what think Of himI
He commenced this fuss, and we'n SEQ
who'll end it'll" aat~
"You mind your business, and I'll
attend to mine!" growled Peter.
"Oh you hump backed hopocrite!"
she hissed, iabbing at his eye with tho
peanut.bar. "Only month ago yoa
called me Mother Hull and was go--
ing to give me the best room in the
new house" eai
"You'll never have room in .
house Of mine - he exclaimed E
"And don't want one, yoa rcd
cared hypocrite p iaa bsias,sa
"Dont Peter-don't NAL" 'sobbed
the bride. .3ue3t .e1sai- s1i b5sui4 hn
"It's my duty, Sabintha; it's your
mother's-" =
"Don't cry, Sabby." he interrupted;
don't mind what she saysl"
"Try TO set my daughter up again
me, will you ?" hissed the old lady, ~
she brought the peanut-bar down ga
his nose.
"Oh ma I" yelled the bride.
sYou old wretchl I" Kissed Peter, ~
he clawed at her. =,
"None of the Whites will ever run
over mel" exclaimed the mother-ia-
law, as she got hold of his shirt-collar
and hauled him around.
s'I'll knock your op--!"
"You can't knock nothing I" she In.
terrupted, backing him against tho
table.
"Ma! Oh-h-h ma !" howled Sabin-
tha.
The dozen other passengers in tho
room, who had been interested and
amused listeners, here interrupted,
and Peter was released from the old
lady's grasp,h collar having been tsre
off and his cheek scratched.
81 expected this, and prepared for
itp painted the mother-in- law as she
leaned against the wall. ssThis doesn't
end it by amy means! This bridal
tower will come to a stop Tomorrow,
aud then we'll see whether Eve got
any business to speak up for Sabintha
or not!" s@ -"t~,l el 1sff l.ea
AS the train moved away the old
lady wore q grim smile, Sabintha was
weeping, and Peter was struggling
with another paper collar.-Frce
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