The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-04-29
A Sad Spell.


afternoon q young man living on Warren
avenue and a young woman dwelling on
Thirty-second street were married. The
wedding was a quiet one, rs the brides
family was In mourning on account of
the recent death of the brides mothers
grandaunt, and though merrily rang not
the bells, still these were wed. After
dinner, the shedding of tears, the shying
of old shoes, and similar nuptial ceremO-
nies had been duly performed, the young
couple proceeded to the modest cottage
on Warren avenue which was to be their
home-delicious thought their home!
After tea the two young people were
sitting in the dusky parlor testing the
carrying capacity of one chair, when
naturally they happened to remember
that at that very moment the great
spelling tournament was raging at Far
well Hall. After saying that each
would rather be where he or she was
than at Farwell Hall, ETC., ETC., the
turtle-doves organized spelling tourna-
ment of their own, the reward of merit
being kisses, and the cOndign penalties
for errors severe hugs.
Presently the newly made bride asked
the newly made groom to spell "impen-
etrable," and he spelled it, "i-m-p-e-n-e-
treble"
"Oh, you great goose" blithely said
the sole partner of his home and heart.
You, educated at a university, can't
spell 'impenetrable.
This nettled the head of the family,
and he asked her how she spelled it.
"I-m-p-e-n-e-t-r-i-b-l-e.
"That's the worst ever heard" said
he, for young woman who pretendsto
have moved in society and gone to the
Dearborn Academy"
Pretends," remarked the bride, on
whose cheek two scarlet spots could be
seen glowing in the dusk (f0r the lamp
had been turned down very low, "pre-
tends," she echoed, as she left his knee
for rocking-chair, and began to rock
herself vigorously and fan herself with
her handkerchief; "my father never was
tailor, and I can not remember that my
mother ever took in washing"
Possibly not" retorted the husband,
with forced calmness, "but at least my
father always paid his debts, and my
mothers bridal trousseau, if plain, was
paid for"
Edwin slept on the sofa in
the parlor that night, while Angelina
shed a bucket and half of tears in the
solitary couch that she occupied.
At ten a. m. the next day, the hus-
band and wife of a day, pale, cold and
determined, called OH q lawyer who had
known their families for years, and an
nounced their determination 10 separate
as soon as the requisite papers could be
prepared, on the ground of Incompatible
ity of temper. Edwin stated that he
hoped to find in the Black Hills present
distraction and speedy death, while An
gelina remarked that, though she looked
perfectly horrible in black and detested
wells, she would to nunnery go. The
lawyer, after some difficulty, induced
them to tell him the cause and manner of
their separation.
"Sir," said Edwin, 81 can not live
with woman that spells impenetrable
with an H."
"Did you really do that, my dearT
said the kindly old judge to the weeping
wife.
eyes," she sobbed.
"That was wrong; that was very" he
replied;
but she said she could not safely trust
her happiness to the keeping of man
who spelled it with an e."
"Ah |" said the lawyer, "that is the
way you spell itT
at is."
"Then you are both wrong; it should
be spelled with an "a"
Swift as flash of lightning Edwin,
pressing one hand to his thrObbing
brow, leaped to the bookcase and seized
a copy of Webster's Unabridged, while
Angelina, whose heaving bosom betrayed
her emotion, turned over the pages of the
copy OF Worcester that the kind-hearted
old lawyer had placed before her.
at is an 'a!'" cried each simultanc-
ously.
Edwinw
"Angelina !"
Like torrents from one mountain
source they rushed into each others
arms.