The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-05-25
GWENDOLEN's MARRIAGE.
sDo not slug him. papa"

''DO not slug him, papa"
GWendOlen Mahaffy said these words
quickly, and with an earnestness that
showed that her whole heart was wrap
ped up in the yOnng man In whose be-
half they were spoken. 1t was beau
tiful evening in June - TOsy-cheeked
June-mOnth of flowers, and song, and
gas-bills. The sun, that gOlden-bIOwed
monarch of the skies, had sunk to rest
beneath a bank of snow topped clouds
that were piled athwaTt the western
sky, and the few rOseate CLEANS of swift
dying light that shot up from beneath
the horizon only served to intensity, if
possible, the ruddy glory of departing
day. At the Castle Mahaffy no sound
broke the silence.
Oscar RedingOte was Adelbert Mahaf-
fy's adopted son. Years ago, when
GwendOlen was baby, and the proud
father had gone out one evening for an
other bucket of sOOthing-syrup to keep
her from bowling the roof of the house
OFF, he had found Oscar, then a boy of
seven, trying co rob blind man. He
had taken the little waif home, brought
MIN up as his own child, and now, at
the age of five-and-tWeuty, Oscar was
broker. He had resumed the old busi-
ness.
During all these long years that
GwendOlen and Oscar had grown up to-
gether there had arisen in their hearts a
passionate love, almost wicked in its in
tensity, and not two months agOne they
had plighted their trOth, and sealed
their vows with large kiss that made
GwendOlen club herself for all she had
been missing. 1t was the aVOWal of this
second compact that had caused grim
Visaged Mr.. Mahaffy to rear his hOrrid
front, and declare that it should never
be-that sooner than see his daughter
welded to one whose pedigree no one
knew, he would fire the trusting lover
over the picket fence. He would have
followed his harsh words with a blow,
but GwendOlen had stopped him by say
ing, in the calmly-calm tone which
so well expressed her anger, the words
with which this chapter opens.
mo, papa" she said, when the YiO-
lence of the old mans wrath had in
some measure abated, you shall not
strike Oscar, for in few short months
1 shall be his wife,"
"DOst know what thou art saying,
child?" asked the old man, what thou
art doing"
eyes" replied the girl, 81 know all
about it. l know that love Oscar ten
derly, deeply, devOtedly; and that with
out the sunshine of his smile my life
would be as drear and desOlate as a
cake-jar after l have tOyed with its con-
tents" And with these words the fair
young girl placed her arms around Os-
cars neck, and let her head with its
mass of sunny-gOld curls fall trustfully
on his shoulder.
$50 you have given this young man
your heart, my lass?" said the old man
in cold sneering tones. And with a de-
mOn-like laugh, he started over to town
to get full.
Two summers have come and gone.
GWendOlen, a look of happy cOntentment
in her face, sits in tapestried room of
the Castle Mahaffy, singing a mother
song to babe whose big blue eyes wan
der wOnderingly around the apartment,
and whose chubby little hands tug
heartily at the cradle in which it is ly
ing. Presently Oscar comes into the
room, and kisses GwendOlen.
''DO you know, dear, that 1t is two
years to-day since we were married?"
''Yes, 5weetie," is the reply.
"And do you remember what your
father said that evening when he first
learned of our engagements"
Yes, darling"
1--WE have been living with him ever
since aur marriage, have we not?"
yes, my love"
''The old man has a great head, Gwen
dOlen," said Oscar. HE sized me up
exactly. He is getting old now, and we
must never leave him."
you bet we mustn't" was GwendO-
lens reply, ''if we want anything to
eat."-GhicagO Tribune.