The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-05-26

. ior his being 80 willing aud anxious 10 get
: rid oi us -ch little onege
And who is the bridey' questioned
Faith.
why, that's the mooied point, as yet
Nobody seems 20 know Some say one.
some another, but the general impression
seems 10 be that it's that rich widow who
owns the brown stone block on the cor
nsr
I'm sure hope he will bo happy,
said Faith, with iremulous lips and eyes
} suiiused with tears, ''But--l think he
might have said something to us about il
People are not generally in hurry 10
proclaim the fact that they are about to
make fools Of themselves" said Duke
Bourne bitterly,
why" cried Faith, laughing through
her tears, "that is precisely what he said
But the next day letter from Uncle
Nahum Nixon himself settled the matter
He wrote
''rhere's to be wedding at my house
on the 18th, and want you and Duke to
be there without fail.
"a weddingl Al his housed" cried Faith.
II supposed weddings were always cele-
bated at the brides residencel"
80 they are dear said Miss Smith;
"but your uncle was always so eccentric.
"What shall we do2" said Faith
"Why, go, Of course said Marmaduke
Bourne. .'ro show that we bear no malice
at being disinheritcd, il for no other rca.
SON"
The 18th OF March arrived, cold,
clustering, windy night, and the old red
brick house was in a glmmer OF light as
the young betrothed couple drew up to
the door.
Uncle Nahum met them on the thrcs.
hold in his old fashioned swallow tailed
coat, with huge white camela bud in his
bution-hole, and pair Of surprisingly
white kid gloves.
Have you brought your white frock2'
was the first question to his niece.
"No, uncle, I"
'That won't do, said Uncle Nahum, |
Nobody comes to my wedding without
marriage garment It's lucky provided
one for you. Come up stairs quick, and
put it on, for the parson is waiting and
the company are here.
"But uncle the bride?"
'You shall see her by and by said
Uncle Nahum depostically. "Come up
stairs now, and change your dress. f"
"But, uncle--a white silkl" cried Faith.
looking in dismay at the glistening dress
laid out for her use.
"What then2 Isn't white silk the thing
for wedding? Put it on quick, and I'll
send some one to bring you down in five
minutes. "
And 80, with doubtful heart, Faith
Nixon robed herself in the white silk
dress, with its trimmings Of vapory blonde
and its long trail.
Where's your veil?" said Uncle Nahum,
when he came himself, few minutes later,
to the door.
Uncle. can't wear veilw pleaded
Faith
"But you mustr' said Uncle Nahum.
Nobody comes to my wedding without 3
a veilI'
And he placed the wreath lightly on her ,
head. 1
"But, Uncle Nahum, they Il take me for I
the bride"
'Let EN-" said the old gentleman. I
'Take my arm. Now come down stairs I
and III show you the bride. Here she I
is" 4.
And lifting her bewildered eyes, Faith q
Nixon beheld her own figure reflected in J.
a full length mirror on the stairway.
Here's the bride, chuckled Uncle Ma
hum, leading her up to Duke Bourne's
"And here's the groom, touch I,
ing Bourne's shoulder. And here's the par.
son, all ready aud waiting Now, Rever- :,
end Sir" to the clergyman, "marry EN- as .
last as ever you can a
Aud before either OF the astonished r.
young couple could demonstrate, they .
were made man and wife
Duke, cried the bride, as soon as the
ceremony was ovor, "did You know OF 81
,his?"
'No, / didn't" said Mr.. Bourne, with u
iis arm very tight around his little wife's y
waist. But must say approve very
highly Of the whole proceeding
Uncle Nahum stood by. rubbing his
lis hands, with his whole face wreathed in .,
me prodigious smile. a,
$50 you supposed it was ! who was 10 ~
,e married. eh?' said he. mot bit Of IL :,
mot bit Of it. Tn too old q bird to be 81
aught with such chaif as that No, no, ii
title Faithl Did You think | was going ..
o turn my wee birdie out OF her nest, ~
fter all the years she has been cherished ;.
herel No, MOI only wanted to assure a.
ayself that your fancy was real fancy, 1,
nd that this young rascal here" shifting a.
Bourne on the shoulder once more, "loyed !,
ou for yourself alone and not for the !,
money he thought the old man was going
D leave yon. And you're 10 live here, Il,
9th Of you, and wen be happy ever af- :,
sr. Strike up your harps and fiddlesl n,
.et's all be merry togetheri -
II don't have wedding every day, ~.
aid Uncle Nahum, "and mean IA make
be most OF il. :"
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