The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-04-27
THE YELLED BRIDE,

strange! what can this mean? Is
this stupendOus fraud, trick, or
whatp and DR.. POmerOy stared most
vacantly at the closely written sheet he
held in his hand.
He read:
CDR. POmerOy-I will not apologize for
the unparalleled service 1 am about to
ask of you; suffice it to say, have heard
your history, heard of your struggles,
and realize how hard task it is for one
so young in the profession, and without
friends in the great wilderness of houses
called city. Also, permit me to add,
have been informed of the cruel blow
you received from the hand of one you
loved who was unworthy of you; and
yet am not acquainted with you nor
you with me. Indeed, we have never
looked upon one anOther's face. Never
theless, l am about to request you to do
me a favor. Will you come to South
street church tomorrow at s o'clock?
Come privately, unattended, and never
repeat that which takes place there.
Will you give me, a stranger, a lawful
claim to your name, and yet not seek
whom you marry? If you will do so,
will make over to you $4,000, payable
to your order at the City Bank, as soon
as the ceremony is over. Trusting that
the money will be temptation, | shall
aRxiously await you at the appointed
time"
That was all. There was no signature
nothing to give any clew to the writer
address or abode. Indeed, it was so terse
and so unfeminine in its details that he
was tempted to believe some male friends
were playing joke on him.
twill not gO-I will not be fOOledp'
he 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 a patient
to visit, and went out; but everywhere
the contents of that strange letter was
ringing in his ears. He then went to
see his mother. She was suffering even
more than usual, and number of dun
ming bills had been left to his cOnsidera-
tiOn-bills which he had not the remOt-
est idea how he was going to meet. He
threw them down and buried his face in
his hands.
Poverty is a curse, mother" he moan
ed. II do not know which way to
turn"
She tried to cheer him, but in vain.
Everywhere he turned, hopeless chaos
seemed to envelOp him.
"Ah, if that letter were only real" he
thought, Fifty thousand dollars would
make me rich"
And so he fretted and worried until
the appointed hour came-One moment
VOwing he would not go near the place,
and the next attempted to see the farce"
out.
Eight o'clock found him stealing in
He saw two ladies closely yelled, and
gentleman standing in the upper part
of the building, while the minister sat in
chair. There was but one gas jet
lighted, and he could not distinguish the
forms. AS soon as he entered the gentle
man spoke to one of the ladies', and she
then advanced to meet him.
care you DR.. POmerOy?" she asked, in
low tone.
81 am"
She led him to where the gentleman
stood, and he extended his hand.
"HOw do you do, POmerOy?" he said;
and POmerOy recognized in him the
President of the City Bank. 81 am here
by the request of this young lady," point
ing to the one who had not moved or
spoken, "tO inform you that if you agree
to her proposition, L am authorized to
pay to your order the sum of fifty thOus-
and dollars"
Pomeroy tried to speak, but his voice
was chOked. 1t was no fraud; it was a
reality. He stood mOtiOnIess for mo-
IuouJJ bn6l dufduCbu anu Ou6Eou MS
arm to the silent lady. She took it with
out culver, and went with him, to
where the minister awaited them. The
ceremony was quickly performed.
DIR. POmeroy registered his name, and
then looked with curiosity at the bold,
plain signature, ELLEN LatOur," which
his bride wrote down. The minister
hastily filled out the certificate, which he
had brought with him by request, and
which the maid and the banker signed
as witnesses. The bride took it, kissed it,
and thrust it in her bosom. One moment
more, and the two glided swiftly from
sight.
DIR. POmerOy wiped the perspiratiOn
from his brow and then asked:
"WhO was she"
81 do not know" asked the minister.
81 was requested by letter, and paid to
perform the ceremony and keep it
secret. 1t is perfectly lawful"
"And l." said the banker, "did not see
the lady's face. She deposited the money
with me, and requested my attendance
here to assure you that her promise
should be faithfully 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, but he
thought that could not injure him.
She must have been in deadly peril to
pay such an exorbitant price for sim
pie name.
he took an Office up town, and moved
came pouring In, a different class en-