The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-13
UNCLE'S WEDDING GIFT.

$50 you'reIgoing to get married, girls
are youP" said Uncle Nahum.
A little, silver-haired man with dee
wrinkles plowed on his parchment-lik
forehead, and suit of bright, oil
fashioned blue cloth, gaily garnishet
with brass buttons, he looked gro
tesquely unlike the surroundings of tina
elegant suite of drawing rooms in which
he sat, like the fairy god father in al
enchanted palace.
The crimson carpets, the sunshine
shifting through draperies of gold
colored satin, until the marble statuettes
and carved alabaster vases seemed tC
be stepped in an atmosphere of molter
sunshine; the faint scent of flower bas.
kets, placed here and there, made it an
apartment worthy of the handsomesi
brown stone in New York; and Uncle
Nahum marveled within himself, as he
looked around it, as to whether his
brother Matthew had found a mine OF
gold since he first came to make his
fortune in the great city.
Uncle Nahum, our readers will per-
ceive, was but simple old famer, and
knew nothing of the hooks and crooks
by which the city people contrive to
make a very snowy appearance upon
very small capital.
Eunice Dalton, his eldest niece, tall,
lovely brunette, as graceful as silver
birch tree, with eyes and hair dark
enough for gypsy, sat opposite, on q
low fauteuil of crimson velvet, her slen-
der fingers toying idly with the golden
festoon of chain that hung round her
neck; while Nina, the youngest sister,
was nesting close to Uncle Nahum's
side, with her golden curls almost
touching his cheek, and her blue eyes
fixed, with sort of innocent, childish
wonder on his face.
"Yes, Uncle Nehum," said Nina, "we
are really going to be married-Eunice
and 1. Will you come to the weddingPn
Uncle Nahum lifted his keen, gray
eyes to Eunice' face. She neither spoke
nor looked up. Evidently she had no
intention of confirming her sisters cor
daily given invitation.
"No, child, no." said the old man,
evidently little disappointed, "I'd cut
I poor figure at your grand weddings.
Only l hope you've chosen we'll"
"There can be no doubt at all about
hat" said Eunice, haughtily, 81 am to
marry Mr.. Lesdener, a broker, and
Nina is engaged to Mr.. Falconer, a
gentleman of Independent wealth."
"Riches have wings, my child" said
he old man quietly,i ''never forget
hat"
"What makes you talk so disagree
bly,, Uncle NahumP" said EunIce, with |
slight shrug of her beautiful shoul-
ers.
Sand 1 s'pose you'll have lots of
resents," said Mr.. Dalton. "Silver
nd gold and china fol-de-rols, and |
GOODNESS knows what all. Well, well,
wish had something to send you that
1ould be of use in your grand way of
wing"
"But l tell you," said the old man,
nth a frightening face, "what have
ot. Your Aunt Rebecca's receipt
ooks-that's my wife, dead and gone
lese ten years-and there aint q better
,t of receipts not in the whole state of
Connecticut. She copied 'em all out
18th her own hands, aye, and tried
very one OF 'em, too, so she knowed
ley was all good. There amt no such
ay o. bakin' pork and beans as she
moved of, and the real lection cake
'ceipts are there, and three or four
lfferont sorts of ruffle and bleechin'
owders, and directions for maxim
,ot beer, and the dear knows what
Sc. You'd like that, girls, wouldn't
sP,
Eunice broke out into peal of ire
stible laughter, needless of the hurt
ok which gradually creW over the
ce of the old man, but Nina pressed
or rose-red lips to his wrinkled brow
ID stroked his hand softly IN hers.
sits very kind of you to think of it,
lcle, I'm sure," said Nina; sand
hatever you send we shall accept
.atefully. Here comes papa now to
Ike you up to Central Park in the car
age, so let me run and get my hat"