Smyrna times., 1881-05-04

high contempt. And what do you expect
TO live on, ia like to know?'
" We can work, said Faith, bravely.
}ou are more likely 70 starvc." said Mr.
Nixon. Mind-dont you count on helm
from me! If you get married. You do it at
your own risk"
" Then you consent. Uncle Nahum .
Mo- roared the old bachelor. II do
nothing of the sort
But Uncle Nahun, should be wretched
without Duke softly pleaded Faith.
"Flddlestrings = said the old man.
And I'm sure he could not live without
mel
" TraSh!'' gruntcd Mr.. Nixon.
= And if you please, uncle added Fifth
perhaps had better go to my school friend
ioiet Smiths. to make up my wedding
things, since you disapprove so decidedly of
my plans. She lives in New York, you know
and will be convenient for shopping, and,
And for all other tomfooleres in general, "
rudely Interrupted the old gentleman YES,
do go to your Violet Smiths, but don't OK
pect to come back here!'
No, uncle, said Faith, meekly. But voQ' II
let me thank you for all your kindness and
No, l won't" said Uncle Nahum. so
shortly that poor Faith fed up stairs in dis
may, and had a quiet little cry, notwthstand-
ing she was so very-very happy.
For Uncle Nahum Nixon, brusquo and
grabbed though he was, was all the father She
had ever known.
But she packed her trunk, and went to VIC
let Smiths in New York which was all tho
pleasanter, in that Marmaduke Bourne had
also betaken himself TO this modern Gotham.
and gone to work studying law as if he meant
to take Coke and Blackstone by storm.
And Miss Violet Smith who was = senti-
mentally-mnded young lady, sympathized in
tenseIy and the young couple wcro as unrea-
sonabIy happy as many have been before and
will be again.
But one day Duke Bourne came in with
face full of tidings.
Faith said he. 'have you heard the
news ~
What news?' said little Faith.
our uncle will get the start Of us. after
ALL"
hat do you mean, Duke 2"
Why he's going to be married.
"Cncle Nahum?' said Faith incredulous-
Yes, Uncle Nahum. And that accounts
Tor his being so willing ard anxious to get rid
of us-eh, little one?"
:" And who is the brideP' questioned Faith.
why, that's the mootod point as vet.
Nobody seems to know. Some say one, some
say another, but the general impression seems
TO be that 1t is that rich widow who owns the
brown stone block on the corner"
I'm sure hope he will be happy" said
Faith, with tremulous lips and eyes sufused
with tears. Butt think he might have
said something to us about itl'
People are not generally in hurry to pro-
claim the fact that they are about to make
fools of themselves" said Duke Bourne Bit
terly.
Why" cried Faith laughing through her
tears, that is precisely what he said about
usl'
But the next day a letter from Uncle
Nahum Nixon himself settled the matter.
He wrote:
There's to be a wedding at my house on
the 18th, and 1 want you and Duke to be
there without fail"
A wedding At his homep' cried Faith.
l supposed weddings were always celebrated
at the brides residencop'
$50 they are, DEAR" said Miss Smith "but
your uncle was always so eccentric
What shall we do2" said Faith.
"Why, go, of cOurse,r said Marmaduke
Bourne. ITO show that wo bear no malice at
being disinherited, if for no other reason"
The 18th of March arrived, cold, buster
ing, windy night, and the old red brick house
was all in glimmering of light as the young
betrothed couple drew up TO the door.
Uncle Nahum met them ON the Threshold
in his old-fashioned swallowed-tailaa coat
with huge white camela bud in his button-
hole, and q pair of surprisingly white kid
gloves.
J" Have you brought your white frock ~ was
the first question to his niece,
/" No. uncle, I-'' ~
"That won't do said Uncle Nabua tsNo.