Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1881-01-06

uioii vi isANtiluer ana White mowers ana
ribbons, completed the delicate bride
like costume.
They passed many unoccupied pews,
and only paused when they had gained
position opposite the pulpit. And
then, before the wondering people re-
allied it, Parson Doolittle was reading
to them the marriage ceremony, and
when it was completed the happy man
calamity kissed the bride, and led her
to his OWN pew, now and forever Mrs.
Joel Jones.
II ever Thanksgiving sermon failed
to reach listening ears it did that day,
for the little congregation were in the
most blissful flutter. They had actual
ly witnessed the knitting of two lives
together, and, though they were not
youthful ones, get there was romance
in the suddenness and surprise Of the
whole thing
The benediction said, how hearty
were the congratulations, and how
proud and happy the bridegroom, and
how bright and blushing the bride.
Away they dashed at last, amid cheers
and the merry chimes Of the bells. At
the cottage they paused and took in
the little brOod"-as the farmer called
them-and then drove merrily on
amid youthful shouts and laughter to
his great white farm house, whose blue,
curling smoke proclaimed warmth and
good cheer within.
CAS- | live" exclaimed Betsey, look
ing out of the window, IF Joel hain't
brought that stuck-up Widow Burton
and her brats to dinner There wont
be "A whole piece of the old-fashioned
chimney left on the table II | had
dreamed of his bringing them wouldn't
have put it on, even if Joel did insist
on it."
The Widow Burton and her brats-
as she called them were ushered in
to the parlor by the master, where a
cheerful fire blazed, and where Miss
Betsey stitily received them and their
wrappings.
When dinner was announced, very
much to her disgust, the brother came
out with the little woman upon his
arm, and leading the youngest child by
the hand.
'If We have no objection Betsey,"
said he, "Td like to place this little
woman at the head of my table, 'spe-
cially as it is the position she IS likely
to occupy the rest of her days, thank
Cod
Joel, ye hahn goin' tn git marred?"
screamed the Mortified Spinster, and
she almost dropped the chimney" pot
Of scalding tea in her excitement.
Never again in this life, 'he chuckled,
as ne seated his new wife at the head
of the table, drspite her protest; and as
he spoke, he stopped and kissed her,
while Betsey looked on in blank and
Mortified amazement, utterly speech
less at such disreputable conduct 'for
this day in Centerville church this little
woman has promised to share my joys
and sorrows for the rest of her mortal
days
MARRIED." gasped Betsey, and all
them ar children
"Ies, they all belong to me, thank
God. I've got some folks of my own
now, Betsey, and no more lonely days
and nights for me, orcheerless Thanks
giyings. y
He hustled about and seated each
little child, rewarded by a fearful
glance of gratitude from their mothers
eyes. Then such tremendous
prayer of thanksgiving praise rs as
cended from that bountiful board, was
rarely heard by men or angels. Then
came the feast. And how everybody
did eat except Miss Betsey. She re-
ceived the praise OF her cooking in n
frightful silence, and actually refused
to taste the brides cake
mo wonder" thought she, that
Joel was so sot on having it made. I'D
a cut my right hand off before I'd have
touched it, eff | had only known what
he was about-the sly old fool
The next day She packed her trunk
and departed to find home with some
other of her relatives in Connecticut,
positively refusing to share home
with the new mistress where she had SO
long reigned supreme.
But peace and prosperity smiled up
on her brother as the happy husband
and father, and the little woman
blesSes the day she accepted the rough
diamond for life partner-all of her
days being those of thanksgiving.
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