Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1884-11-28

There are certain difficulties to be overcome
al the pole, you know"
"Oh yes, magnetism, and all that" returns
Virginia. 30, do you know we are having
novelty here in Boston, musically The
old-fashioned opera Of 'PinafOre' is being re-
vived, and it's the queerest thing. Funny,
but no different from music in this age
People in those days" returns Paul
heartessy, were not much better than bar.
bariane. What do you suppose they could
understand OF the advanced d music of this
age?"
''But they had Bach and Haydn and Men.
delssobn and Chopin and Wagner" returned
Virginia somewhat doubtfuly, because she
is not sure whether those old composers died
one or five hundred years ago
Yes says Mr. De Lamooreaux conceal
ing superior smile But the last one is
the only one who in the slightest degree re-
sembles the composers Of our age. Some of
the others did very good work, but primitive
very"
1--WE in Boston," returns Virginia rather
stifiy, "still have respect for age and cul.
ture"
Il beg your pardon for trespassing on the
boundaries Of that respect says Paul, bow
ing profusely. "By the way, will you per.
init me to call on you in Boston tomorrow at
noon 2"
Il shall be pleased to see you," says
Virginia 'Must you go nowT"
II think So" Paul answers. IL have an
engagement at ten in Kansas CITY, and must
hurry to catch my train. Electricity, you
know, waits for no man"
"Well good-by, then"
"Good-by. l will see you tomorrow with
out fail, and Mr.. De Lsmooreau1 hastens
to make ready for his journey.
He catches the lightning express-rightly
called, since it is run by lghtning-and teu
O'Clock finds him ia Kansas City. But the
radiant form Of Miss Vaughn ~ it was re-
fscted in his mirror fits constantly before
him, and the gently modulated tones of her
cultivated voice still sound in his ears. In
short Paul De LamooreauI is de, ply in love-
and he knows it,
The next day finds him In Boston and as.
cendinR the steps that lead up to Miss
Naughns ancestral porch A month and
more rolls by aud still Paul De Lamooreaux
fingers in the East. When he returns six
weeks later to Sioux Falls Miss Vaughn is his
promised bride.
SIX months afterwards, Paul is again Sit
ting in his bachelor apartments smoking a
finely favored cigar aud thinking of his love.
ly Virginia. 1t is August now, but there is
no extreme heat Indeed AZ far as tempera-
tur. is conc rned, one would realize no differ
enc between now aud last December Such
is science.
His telephone rings and he hastens to re-
spond.
Paul, dear" come ss in a voice broken by
sobs. 20, am in such trouble"
"You alarm me!' says Paul throwing
aside his cigar aud turning pale. "What is
NJ Tell me quickly, dearest. Is Jip dead
Is your parrot sick ? Has your trousseau
come home spoilsd2 Have you lost your
property Tell me quick"
* sep still then, SO l can" says Virginia.
"Be sides you're making fun of me, and
shan't tell you at ALL (bursting iuto tears
again. "lts worse than that
What them"
That horrid Count Poilro Eok witch !"
sobs Virginia Historically.
"What about him - comes fsrcely from
Sioux Falls, and Pdul's f,ts are doubled up
in truly alarming fashion.
20, nothing" returns Virginia sarcasti-
cslly. "It's only Jip that is dead It's the
sick parrot! Tue cat was hit by booij4ck
last night and severely injured"
Virginia, dear, beg your pardon, says
Paul in bis most persuasive tones Don't
keep me in suspense. Tell me, what is it
about the count"
"well, Virginia condescendingly replies,
"He proposed to my uncle for me last night"
The wretch!' aud Paul gnsshes his teeth
so tiercely that Virginia is quite frightened.
What does your uncle say :"
"Well, and Vlrginis's tones grow fearful
again, you know 'nunky' never did like you
very WELL"
"what do care for that, so long as you
OF" breaks in Paul.
And so,"-sob, 'snd 80 he, another
sob-"he wants me to marry the count"
But you won't I'll shoot him first"
Paul is now fairly beside himself with rage.
90 "'Nunky says l must. More than that
he's going to compel me to do it,"
Here Virginia weeps. Tine idea, he says of
marrying a Westerner, when l can have a
real live Count And if you come on here,
shall be shut up in my own house, and kept
from you. He's watching even now"
Paul looks perplexed for few minutes.
Then a smile brightens his face.
Virginia he says, what is to hinder our
being married to day ?"
In Boston " says she.
in Boston and Sioux Falls both, answers
Paul. "Be ready in an hour and l will go
now and make the necessary legal prepsra-
tions. l will call you at two"
80 I'm 80 afraid, says Virginia wiping her
eyes, My uncle will think of this and cut
the wires"
Never fear" says Paul, as he hastens
away for lawyer, city clerk and minis
ter.
One hour later.
Virginia stands in her boudoir, in robe of
gistening satin. The bell sounis and she
hastsns to return the salute.
"R lady, dearest ? " says Paul
"All ready. o, do hurry" answers Viz
ginia. THAT horrid Count is coming here at
three"
Let me introduce you to the Rev. Mr..
Hilliard, Miss Vaughn" says Paul. Now
sir, will you proceed with the service?"
The marriage service is read, and listened
to most attentlvely in both Sioux Falls and
Boston.
"will you, Paul De Lamooreaux of Sioux
Falls, take this woman to be thy welded wife,
to love and honor her all the rest of your
life2"
~ will, says Paul, earnestly.
"Will you, Virginia Vaughn of Boston, take
this man to be thy lawful husband, to love,
honor and obey in such things as thou shalt
deem convenient to you
Il will" answers Virginia, family. 80,
hurry, some one is coming
Then by the laws and amended eonstitu-
ton of the United States" says the Rev. Mr..
Hilliard, Il pronounce you two man and
wife"
"The Count" breaks in Virginia "He
has come"
"Let him come" returns Paul coolly.
'Hs can do no harm now. Say nothing and
/ will be there tomorrow morning with the
marriage certificate and claim my wife"
Aud he comes. There is scene with the
choleric and aspiring uncle, but he is soon
made to real 70 how useless his anger is, and
grants them a surly blessing.
So let US hope this modern Paul and Viz
giniI may be, as in the old tales, happy evei
after Epery Other Saturday.
some Old EPitaphs.
Under the sod,
Aud under the trees,
Lieth the bod
| y Of solomon Pease.
| He is not here,
| But only his pod