The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1883-02-28

that Muriade, as well as / do, in re-
Spouse to a warning gesture from his
fance; but"
ooh, Tom, you are such bunglerE
said Muriade, half laughing, half cry
ing.
'Well, perhaps am" confessed Tom.
"But want Miss Delavigue to under
stand the whole thing. The money is
hers. and we don't grudge it to her.
And We'er ready to work for our own,
aren't we, Muriade! Pm not rich, but
nv Office brings me thousand dollars
wear. and we'er both going to economize
like everything aren't we, MuriadeE
And Major Larkington's brick, and we
hope you'll be happy, exactly as we're
going to b." -.
: And Tom Whitworth squeezed Miss
Dalavigue's hand until the old lady
cried out for mercy.
/" And now, aunt" said Muriade, radi-
antly, "when is the wedding to be- And
why haven't you said anything about 1t
before?"
Miss Delavigue hesitated little. She
blushed Apparently she did not know
what to say on the spur of the mOment.
"WeIl," she faltered, Major Lark
ington did say something about the Goth
of Decembe."
Christmas timel" exclaimed Muri-
AIDE. Oh, Tom, how perfectly delight
full Couldn't we manage to have our
wedding at the same time?"
Nc" said Tom, stoutly. We must
be married on the LIST Of December.
You said we should, Muriade, and you
must not go back on your word"
But, Tom, it would only be three
weeks"
Three weeks or three days" stoutlg
maintained Tom Whitworth, "you prom
ised me and can't let you of"
"Well, then you obstinate fellow,
said Miss Vale, 1--WE can be back from
our trip just in time to dance at Aunt
Delavigues Wedding"
"Agreedp said Tom, looking very
happy indeed.
| Apparently the young couple were in
no wise discounted at the idea of going
to housekeeping on capital Of love, and
love alone
Tom Whitworth began to look dill
gently around him, old auction rooms
and musty, secondhand stores, to find
something astoundingly cheap and de-
| lightfully comfortable wherewith to gar
nish the small cottage which he had de,
cided to take little out of town, so
as to economic in the article of rent.
And Muriade joined a cooking class,
made herself bib apron, and began to
come down into, Mrs. Delayigue's kitch-
en- to experiment in pies and buildings,
dainty little tea biscuit and salad which
might have tempted an anchorite to
break his vows.
And she studied up the question Of
polishing brasses, cleaning plate-glass,
mending china and darning table linen,
with notable earnestness. And she was
more atiectionate than ever with her
aunt.
Because" she told Tom, "there is
something 50 pathetic about Aunt Della
yigue's happiness, coming 50 strangely
in the autumn of her life. And, Pm
afraid, Tom-now don't tell anybody
that Major darlington is only going to
marry her for her money. For he j
certainly ten years younger than she is,
and he has only come from Philadelphia
once to see her since the engagement"
Love is like measles" said Tom phil
osophically. !" Every one has it in a
different way"
While Miss Delayigue, who had beea
/ the Judge and jury all by herself, at last
rendered a verdict to the public consist
/ ing of herself alone.
They love each other after all. Ny
money had nothing to do with it. Tom
loves Muriade, and Muriade has not
ceased to love her old aunt, nov that She
no longer believes herself to be an heir
ess. There is such thing as honor and
truth and real affection in the world al
ter al"
The LIST Of December came, and Mis-
: Delavigue gave Muriade the prettiest 3
weddings, under a marriage-bell Of whit,
roses and smilax, with an artistic littl
dejeuner, and she went away in a dove
colored silk dress, with daisies in he
hat.
"But, aunt" she said, ''its 10 strang
that Major darlington isn't herer'
He couldn't come," said Miss Della
2 vigue. He'll be on hand on the 20tl
Mind you and Tom get back in time?'
; oh, wen be sure to do that!' sal
Muriade. "And be sure, aunt, that vol
q thank the Major for the dear little peal
t locket that he sent me"
The goth of December came; SO al
: Mr.. and Mrs. Tom Whitworth, fres
from the icy spray Of Niagara Falls.
Miss Delayigue's parlors were ono
more decorated with the choicest hot
house flowers, while Souperetti's me
a were arranging the supper table and put
ting champagne bottles into silver coo
ers. The old lady herself, in pearl,
It point lace, and the palest of layendt
" silks, stood in the middle Of the room
e receiving her guests. Major Larkinpto
: himself was there, looking very stiff an
u military, and an old-young lady in
Is dress exactly off the same pattern Of Mi
= Delavigue's.
e "Iou are too late, Tom and Muriade.
said the hostess, beamingly. "The ma
: rage ceremony was performed half 4
Y hour ago. The major thought he woul
e rather have it over before the guests i
2 gan to arrive. Stop! Don't congratl
q late me! I'm not the bride Thisn |,