Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-04-25

DI8ye0 0oa0CTul mu1iC -
som matif OF his own composiilon; anu
the Rev. Robert awaited the party "i.nIn
the rails. But there was gap, curious
hiatus, on the clergyman,s LETT. Cou!G u
be possible? The admiral nred Droausiues
of fierce looks about him. the BRIDE looked
bewildered, the gentleman at the organ
pulled out all the stops at once % cover
the hitch: but there was no douot ABOUT
1.-THE bride groom was keeping the Stage
waiting. The little old lady with the
black bonnet dived into the vestry IKE
rabbit, and returned. after an inter-
val. with Lord Arthur Lanton, the younger
and with him alone.
The best man held hurried conference
with the startled group.
Il certrinly saw him quarter OF an
hour ago; then left the vestry for mo.
ment to speak about the carriages, and
when | returned he wasn't there. It's
verv strange J"
There was much murmuring and con-
sultaiion. during W hich the poetical brides
maid looked at the best man and his gar
denia, and whispered to the startled SIS
tiers.
"Twer better by far
To have match fair cousin with
Young Lochinvar."
But no bridegroom. dangling his bonnet
and plume" or his Lincoln & Lennett.
was to be found high or low. The
time was ebbing fast. and then the admir-
al lifted up his voice. and gave utterance
to strange words not understood of the
many, and the ancient mariners eye gilt
tered wickedly. and he roundly swore that
his girl should be married. "Send out
and scour London! Where's the lubber
Sinking? String me up at the steeple it
she goes back from church!
"She shan't go back to church," said
the. best man quietly and gravely. at
was my duty to bring the bridegroom
here, and as he is not here, it's my boun-
den duty to provide a substitute for him."
You will observe there was a touch of
the Gilbertian ethics about this self sacri-
ficng young man.
Right. sir. by Cad but where is the
substitute? My daughter was to marry
Lord Arthur Lanton. and"
"And if you will accept him she will
marry him." said the slave of duty with
a longing glance at the bride to whom he
said half a dosen words in a whisper.
SPOKEN like a Briton. sir!" almost
roared the admiral. "She is yours if she
consents"
"As it is your wish, dear father" meek
" murmured the bride; and then the vicar
had little to say. Had the banns been put
up. How could he perform the ceremony
thus abruptly?
Here, reverend sir!" said the best man,
is special license, directing you to marry
Lord Arthur Lanton, of the Regency man.
sions. to this lady. and that is my name
and address," and then he produced a
document bearing a red seal, and before
the mystic ED. Cantaur," the Rev. Rob-
ert Cantley naturally felt it incumbent
upon him (as Incumbent of St. Dunstan's-
in-the-Lane) to do his duty, and he prompt
ly. and without further protest, married
the handsome pair before him.
There was pleasant little breakfast.
at,which the bride looked bright and the
bride groom brave, and the admiral blended
blessings and round dozens in his speech;
and have heard that they were all very
happy, and that when the bride was dress
ing to go away she whispered to the poetical
bridesmaid, 81 shall be in no hurry to re-
turn home, dear and. of course. I'll write
to you every day, and send me some cake
to Paris"
And below Art waited for her. with the
few astonished guests and in a moment
they were driven off, with much JOY in
their young hearts and much rice down
their young necks.
AS to how it all came out am not quite
certain.
The Rev. Bob is wont to declare that he
got telegram from Dover that afternoon
bidding him Look after the iriar!' Other
folks say he knew all about it; but this he
stoutly denies. At all events. he and the
little old lady jointly and severally dscov-
cred that evening the Abernethy biscuit,
one decanter that had once contained sher-
ry, and one Malvoliolike old gentleman
fast asleep in the refractory irars' pen-
Tertiary of St. Dunstau's.
There was nine davs's laugh, of course.
Lord Malvoiio bore it with Lyceum like
grimness. and now swears he was well
out of 1t but the story so tickled the duke
that he forgave his prodigal son for the
sake OF his sweet daughter nlaw. who,
by the way has turned out an excellent
wife
The little old lady could tell the story if
she liked, but she doesn't; and her mys
FERROUS silence has been rewarded Bob
Cantley and the admiral both tell it well
but the poetical bridesmaid tells it better
than anybody else. and she told it to me.
Coal Oil or Petroleum may be very nice
for Illuminating or lubricatipg purposes. but
surely it is not the proper thing to cure a