The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1883-03-17
UNCLE NAHuM's WEDDING.

Uncle Nahum Nixon was reading the
paper in his back parlor. Nobody
would think TO look at the simple
surroundings OF the unpretentious apart
ments, that Mr.. Nixon was one Of the
wealthiest men in town. The carpet,
il was true, was Administer, but it had
seen twenty years Of good service, and
was worn down to the very warp; the
faded curtains were Of moreen instead
Of satin damask the old clock on the
mantle was no Partisan affair OF ala
baster and gilt, but a substantial Con-
nccticut time piece that struck with 4
whirr, like partridge springing out Of
her nest the chairs of old fashioned
mahogony and hair cloth stood bolt up
right against the wall the portraits Of
General Washington on horseback and
the surrender of CORVALLIS ornamented
the gray papcrcd walls in frames Of
sombre gilt, and the one elegance Of
the apartment was casket of prepos.
ferrous flowers under cracked glass
shade.
But Uncle Nixon had remembered
that furniture ever since he was child
and he wouldn't have exchanged it for
the fittings of Parisian boudoir, or
the choicest specimens OF the modern
Eas,lake pattern. He was rich man
that was quite enough for him.
"If you please, Mr.. Nixon" said
the trim little maid servant, "Mr.
Marmadukc Bourne wants to see you
If you please, sir-if you are quite at
leisure" "
"Mr. Marmadukc Bourne, ch?" The
old gentleman took off his spectacles
and laid them on the folded newspaper.
"Ask him in, Polly"
And Mr.. Marmaduke Bourne came
in-a tall, fresh colorcd young fellow
with sparkling grey eyes, brown hair all
in mat Of curls, and 4 straight Greek
nose that seemed as il it had been
borrowed from some ancient Apollo.
"Wcll, sir?" said Mr.. Nixon.
"Well, sir" counter-interrogated Mr..
Bourne, "did you get my letter1"
al got your letter." said Uncle
Nahum. $50 you want to marry my
niece, faith9
ayes, SIR" valiantly acknowledged
Mr.. Marmaduke Bourne.
"Ah," nodded Uncle Nahum. "Bu'
perhaps you don't understand all the
facts of the case"
"The facts, sir.
'I want my niece to marry Col
Ashland sson, slowly enunciated Uncle
Nahum.
"But, sir, she don't love him."
"Pshaw - snarled Uncle Nahum
"And If she don't marry him she'll bc
beggar. I'll give her no money o.
mine. Now you understand matters
Marry her or not, as you please"
He took up newspaper once more
"a tacit intimation that the interview
was at an end.
"Sir," began Mr.. Bourne.
"That'll do" Numbered Mr.. Nixon
| And so Mr.. Marmaduke Bourne wen
away.
Little Faith Nixon came down stair
presently blue eyed blossom Of ;
girl with yellow hair growing low OF
her forehead, and a very little moutl
exactly the shape to suggest the idea o
kissing.
Uncle Nahum looked keenly up a
her as she huttered about the room
strengthening a table cover here o
patting down a curtain fold there.
eyes" said he with 4 curious twitcl
OF the muscles around the eyes, che ha
been here"
"1-I didn't skany questions, Uncl
Nahum"
"No, but your eyes did," chuckle'
the old man. ale wants to MARI,
you-the improvident young donkeyl'
Faith came to her Uncle's chair ant
laid her hand lightly on his shoulder.
"That isn't the worst Of il, Uncl
Nahum want to marry him.
"Humph I" snarled Mr.. Nixon i
| high contempt. ''And what do 20
expect to live on should like Z
know 2"