The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1878-01-03

meetaher ~ the. .thrain, sir E srsts fsfss
Meet whom. Tim? %
The misthress, air. te
What mistrese. Tim n ls
sThat's what Id like to know, sir +
You mean the future Mrs. Killwin-
Mug. Iturpose2 ? - ss,as fssfH g
Divil another, sir!
L don't expect her by train, Tim.
'Then, as this is an INLAND place.
who ia she to come, sir p S" 49,
Like Venus, rising from the sea
and 80 on, completing the journey in
the first overland balloon she meets
WITH said Kr., Killwinning. S.1
'What with the wather aud the wind
it'll be a cowtd journey, sir!' 49,: E p
depend upon it,, Tim, Mrs. Kill
winning will send you about your
business if you're 80 bold
Sure, sir, I've always been tould
that my bashtulness gifts the better iv,
me. Didn't the girls nickname Tim.
orous Tim through Dublin and the
parts adjacenti hut there's one thing
that throubles me, sir, aud I'd like to
spake it. s5 -
sWell, out with it, Tim. r1a
sWe've seen none " tn coortin, cir !;
and the divil q bit Of . ladylike letter
have you ever given me to dthrop iu-
to the post; and putin that and that
together, Biddy tho cooks consarned
for you, sir, seein that she's an Irish
girl like yself. and has approximations
that you're strugglin under delusion.
f' What do you mean by q delusion,
Tim s.s,,,.,f..s -.
tItss this. SIR; wanst knew GIN
tleinin. . personal friend iv my own,
who was rejuiced in his circumstances
to drivin car round1 tho Lakes iv
Killarney he was lsborin under the
same desease as yourself, sir-that .
lady was goin to marry him; and
when the weddin night came, his
bride turned into trout aud was
tried for his supper.
Well, said the master, laughing,
tell Biddy she'll have other fish to
fry when Mira. Killwinning comes
home. By the by, Tim io
| q. Yes, SIR
s. Has my new coat come homer
It has, SIR .flss
And when are the walters to be
here from Dawson's Hotel, to set out
the breakfast . ,.is.5. 81
! AT seven O'Clock, sir the qua1itY,s
invited at nine,-HgeIn that's an aisy
nolr, and won't put people about.
Win you take = feevur Tomorrow ,sir?'
1 hope net, Tim, unless you call
taking = wife u fever
BY no means, sir; it's = feevur to
put at the breast. I've got all the fee
vurs in box and while the tay and
coffee's pourin' out, I'll he pinnin'
Thin to the Positions aud the horses
heads. You'll get to the church, sir
for !. hope you won't be after tying the
Hymenaal knot in hathenish FASH
ion in the house-before eleven; and
you and Mrs. Killwinning, good luck
to her wherever she may come from
will be off by twelve, to kape the
honeymoon in the yelly po-shay.' -
Now, Tim, I've had quite enough
of you, SO get out.' af.3asst
'Goin', SIR at =
Take care that every thing looks
we'll; make the most of the plate and
china do you hear: p
20 No fears, sir; and my hearts glad
that you're takin an inthrest in the
looks Of things. axes pardon again,
sir said Tim, his face full Of anxiety,
but Pm uneasy about your personal
appearances, and I know that ladies is
purticlar. Ever since the rheumatics,
you TUX to wearin' thim red night
caps-wouldn't white one be more
becomin', STRIP
This was too much, and Tim was
fairly turned out of the room. .,
The sun shone brightly on the morn
ing of Mr.. Killwinning's third wed.
ding day. At half-past eight the guests
began to arrive. Tim had either bought
or borrowed bright, pea-green swal.
low-tailed coat and yellow waist-coat,
which was his beau-ideal of q marri.
age-garment. He was determined to dc
the thing in style, SO far as he was
concerned; and according to his no.
tions of gentility, posted himself at the
drawing-room door to announce 'ths
quality whispering to Biddy Us shs
bustled about: Pm getting unaisy
musha! Where's the bride to come
from? Well be disgraced intirely
There's masther lookin' illigant in tn,
drawing-room, aud nobody comm t.
marry him! Biddy, my jewel, couldn'
you dress yourself in a wreath of or
'ange- blossoms, to kape up the poster
ity and respectability of the Killwin
nings p Es..,rs
T. Indeed, thin, Tim,' said Btddy,
wouldn't be afther doin' SO unlucky
thing as to put on the wrathe befor,
my own time comes; let the masthe
find a wrathe for the bride, and q brid
for the wrathe.' The guests arriving
> quickly, Tim resumed the dignity Q
office.
THE Honorable Miss Potters-o
, Roundabout Place. bawled Tim, an
nouncing the little Potters, who look
/ ell rs symmetrical as SO many Dutcl
cheese. MIR. Jeremiah Henderson, Q
the Branch Bank of Illegance-Ing
land 1 mane,' continued Tim. dubbin
soto voce, every one with his vocation
or some title of his own comforting
s.The three Miss Jenkenses-of Treacl
Terrace. spinsters"
The three Miss Jenkenses, VIII
overheard the description, simultar
eously turned their frowning faces t.
y wards Tim-'if looks could kill he ha
4 not lived but, nothing daunted, i
! went on. The Very Riyerent Asel
. deacon Tithe-ever-ffoma the Clos
d cum-cstchal. d. d. The hrned Do
tor QuAcken, of Cfpe-B Bone Eodg
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