Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-19
Uncle Nahum's Wedding.

simple surroundings Of the unpretentiou
apartment, that Mr.. Nahum Nixon wa.
one Of the wealthiest men in town. The
carpet it was true, was Administer, but il
had seen twenty good years Of service
and was worn down to the very warp; the
faded red curtains were Of moreen, instead
of satin damask; and the old clock on the
mantle was no Partisan affair Of alabaste1
and gilt, but a substantial Connecticut
tlmepiece, that struck with a wire, like
q partridge springing out of her nest; the
chairs of old fashioned mahogany and
hair-cloth, stood bolt upright against the
wall; the portraits of General Washing
ton on Horseback and the "Surrende,
of Corvallis ornamented the gray-pa-
pered walls in frames OF somber gilt, and
the one elegance of the apartment was a
basket Of prcposterous wax fruit, under a
cracked glass shade.
But Uncle Nahum Nixon had remem.
bcred that furniture ever since he was a
child, and he wouldn't have exchanged it
for the fittings Of a Partisan boudoir, OF
the choicest specimens of the modern
Eastlakc school. He was rich man
''If you pleasd, Mr.. Nlxon,' said the
trim little maid-servant, "Mr. Marina
duke Bourne wants to see you--if you
please, sir, it you're quite at LEISURE
Mr.. Marmaduke Bourne, ch?" The
old gentleman took off his spectacles,
and laid them upon the folded ncwspa-
per. ask lin to come in, Polly"
"And Mr.. Marmadukc Bourne came in
a tail, tresh-colored young fellow, with
sparkling gray eyes, brown hair, all in a
mat of curs, and a straight Greek nose,
that seemed as if it mi ght have been
borrowed from some ancient statue of
Apollo.
"Wcll, sir?" said Mr.. Nixon.
"Well, sir,' counter-interrogated Mr..
Bourne, "did you get my letter."
81 got your letter." said uncle Ma
hum. $50 you want to want to mari
my niece, Faith?'
"Ies, sir, valiantly acknowledged Mr.
Marmaduke Bourne.
"Ahr nodded uncle Nahum. "But
perhaps you don't understand all the
facts III the casc?''
"Thc facts, sir?"
81 want my niece to marry Colonel
Ashlands sonH' slowly enunciated uncle
Nahum.
,'But, sir, she doesn't love him.
"Psht":' sn;trlcl uncle Nahum Nix
on. "And II size don't marry him she'll
Dc Il 3ry&ar-I'll give her no money OF
mine. Now YOU understand matters.
Marry her or not, us you please.''
lie took up the newspaper once more
t,C.- 1,,tI ~ A.
was 1t an end.
''olr-' began Marmadukc Bourne.
"That'll do,' said Mr.. Nixon.
Il only wish To-
''Thatl do!' thundered Mr.. Nixon
and so Marinaduke Bourne went away.
Little Faith Nixon came down stairs
prcscntly-a blue-cycd blossom Of cirL
with yclloY hair growing low upon her
forehead anu very little mouth, exactly
the shape to suggest the idea of kiss
ING.
Uncle Nahum looked keenly at her, as
ne tluttercd lightly about room, straight.
en'nG a table cover here, Or patting down
curtaintoId there.
eyes, he said, with curious twitcb
OF the muscles around his eyes; che has
been here
II didn't ask any questions, uncle
Nahum
'No, but your eyes did," chuckled the
old man. ''He wants to marry you-thc
improvidcnt young donkey"
Faith came up to her uncle's chair, and
laid her land lightly on his shoulder.
''Ihat isn't the worst Of it either, uncle
Nahum said she. 81 want to marry
him."
"Humph, humph!' snarled Mr. Nixon
In high contempt. "And what do vol
expect to 1--we on, should like to know
YOU'RE more likely to starve," sale
Mr.. Nixon. "Mind- don't count on heir
from me! If you will get married, yor
90 1t at your own risk
'Then you consent, uncle Nahum?"
'No!' roared the old bachelor, II dc
nothing of the sort"
''But, uncle Nahum, I should be
Wretched without Duken' softly pleaded
Faith.
"Fiddlestrnes!' SAID the old man.
''And I'm sure he couldn't live with
out mer'
"Trash!' grunted Mr. Nixon.
"And ifyou please, uncle added Faitl
''pcrhaps I'd better go to my school
friend, Violet Smiths, to make up my
wedding things, since you disapprove sc
decidedly of my plans. She lives in New
York you know, it will be convenient to-
shopping, and"
'And for all other tomfooleries in gen
eral' rudely interrupted the old gentle
man; Eyes, go to your Violet Smiths
but don't expect to come back here!
mo, uncle" said Faith, meekly, "But
you'll let me- thank you for all your kind
mo, WON'T" said uncle Nahum. Sc
shortly that poor Faith fled up stairs ir
dismay, and had quiet little CIV. not
outstanding she was so very-very han
Ply.
For uncle Nahum Nixon, brusoue ant
Grabbed though was, was all the fathe
she had ever known
"But she packed her little trunk, ane
went to Violet Smiths, in New York
which was all the pleasanter, in tina
Marmadukc Bourne had also betake,
himself to this modern Gotham, an,
gone to work studying law as if h
meant to take Coke and Blackstone b
storm.
And Miss Violet Smith, who was sen