The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-01-19
GETTING A HUSBAND.

the unparalleled service am about to ask
of you: suffice it to say have heard youl
history, heard of your struggles. and real:
ize how hard task it is for one 80 Young in
the profession and without friends in tho
great wilderness OF houses called a city.
Also, permit me- to add. have been in
formed Of the cruel blow you received from
the hand Of one You loved, who was un-
worthy Of you: and yet I am not acquainted
with yon nor You with me. Indeed We
have never looked upon one anothers
TACO. Nevertheless. am abou,
to request you t, DO me- a
great favor. viii you come to South street
church Tomorrow at eight O'Clock? Come
privately, unattended and never repeat tina
which takes place there. Will you give me
stranger. a lawful claim to your nam,
and yet not seek to know whom you marry
II you will do so, will make over to yor
$50 900, payable to your order at the cit,
bank, as soon as the ceremony is over
Trusting that the money viii be u tempta-
ton shall an1iously await You at the ap.
pointed time"
That was all. There WAS no signature -
nothing to give any clew to the writer's adj
dress or abode Indeed, it was 80 terse
and unfeminins in its details that he was
tempted to believe some Of his male friends
were playing joke on him
Il will not Il will not be fooleu!" lie
said to himself.
He flung the missive down, then. he
picked it up, folded it carefully, and thrust
it into his pocket.
He remembered that he had patient to
visit went out; but everywhere the con-
tents of that strange letter was ri nging in
his ears. He then went to SEQ his mother.
She Was suffering more than usual, and a
number If dunning bills had been left to
his consideraticn-b bills which he had not
the remoteSt Idea how he WAS going to
meet. He threw them down and buried
his face in his hands.
Poverty is curse, mother" ne moaned
Il do not know which way to turn"
She tried to cheer him, but in vain.
Everywhere he turned, hopeless chaos
seemed to envelope him.
All, il that letter Was only real," 10
thought. Fifty Thousand dollars wonld
make me- rich"
And so he fretted and worried until the
appointed hour came-One moment vowing
he wonld not go near the place, and the
next tempted to see the farce" out.
Eight O'Clock found him stealing in. He
saw two ladies' closely yelled, and gentle
man Standing i'll the upper part OF the
building, while the minister sat in chair.
There was but one gas jet lighted, and lie
could distinguish the forms. AS soon as
he entered the gentleman spoke to ono Of
the ladies, and she then advanced to meet
him.
care You DR.. Pomeroy1" she asked il II
low tone
Il am"
She led him to where the gentleman
stood, and he extended his hand.
SLOW do you do, Pomeroy?" he said: aud
Pomeroy recognized in him the president
of the city bank Il am here by the re-
quest OF this young lady" pointing, to the
one who had not moved or spoken, TO in
form you that if you agree to her PROPOSE
tior, am authorized to pay to your order
the sum Of fifty thousand dollars"
Pomeroy tried to speak but his voice WAS
choked. 1t was no fraud; it was reality.
He stood motionless for T. moment; then
advanced and offered his arm to the silent
lady. She took it without u culver, and
went with him to where the minister await
ed them. The ceremony WAS quickly per-
formed.
DR.. Pomeroy registered his name, and
then looked with considerable curiosity at
the bold plain signature, Ellen Latour,"
which his bride wrote down. The minister
hastily filed out the certificate, which he
had brought with him by request, and which
the maid and the Banker signed az witnesses.
The bride took it, kissed it and thrust it III
her bosom. One moment more and the
two glided swiftly from sight.
DR.. Pomeroy wi led the Precipitation from
his brow, and then asked:
Who was she2"
Il do not know" said tho minister Il
was requested by letter, and paid TO per
form the ceremony and keep it q secret.
It is perfectly lawful"
And I, said tbs banker did not SEE the
lady's face. She deposited the money with
me, and requested my attendance here to
assure you tn her promise should be faith
fully fulfilled"
The three men separated the gas Was
turned out; the curtain fell on the first act.
The next day Pomeroy tried to realize
what he had done. He had sold his name
to the unknown woman, bat he thought
that could not injure him.
She must have been in deadly peril to
pay such as exhorbitant price for Il simple
name.
He took al Office up town. and moved
his mother to nicer home. Patients came
pouring in; a different class employed the
rich DR.. Pomeroy than those who had enl-
ployed the poor one.
Five years had passed awsy, and he had
gained reputation and added consider
ably to his bank account. He had been All
lndefatigable worker, and now he felt that
ne needed rest for awhile.
I'VE will take trip to Europe, mother,
he said. 1T will do you more good than
you can imagine"
A great many gentle hearts felt pang
TO see the "good doctor leave, although
their endeavors to catch him had been in
vain. He felt no preference for the op-
posite SEX He had recovered from his
disappointment, and he ceased to remem-
Der that he was married man, or to think
kindly Of the woman who had 80 radically
changed his life.
They travelled leisurely through the tour
they had marked out before they started,
and one night found them in q French vii
lage. About the middle Of the night the
doctor was awakened by some one tapping
at his door and calling for him to come out
He did &c. He found the landlord who
told him in broken English that one OF his
.countrymen had just fallen down stairs in a
ut, and seeing his name registered NJ. D.
they called him up,
He went into an elegantly furnished
room, where man, some fifty years Of age,
was lying in dying condition. 4 young
lady sat by the bed tanning him. The
doctor hastily examined the patient, and
found him unconcious. 1t was impossible
for. him to live, the doctor said; but the
day passed, and still another, before he
drew his last breath. He never recovered
his consciousness.
The lady told DR.. Pomeroy that he was
her father. His name was Eugene Synde-
ham, native Of England, and she would
like to have him buried where he died
They were travelling for the benefit Of her
health, she went on to explain, and he was
widower. Her only remaining relative
was young sister, who was being educated
IN the convent of the Sacred Heart of Paris.
After Mr.. Syndeham was buried. Miss
Syndeham went. under the care Of the doc
tor and his mother, to Paris. She insisted
on their taking up their abode where she
had apartments, and not day passed but
she was with Mrs. Pone1oy. The old lady
got warmly attached to her, and talked dole
fully to her son about the time when they
should have to be separated.
She told them not to wonder that she did
not mourn for her father, for he had en-
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