Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-05-14
Old Bullion's Bride.


perb arches Of High Bridge, boating by
moonlight. y globe of reddish pear
slowly ascended out of the East-tht
shadows of the great bridge resting
softly on the mirror like surface of the
Hudson river the sound of flute
played softly afar off, and all of q sud-
den the keel of my boat came sharply in
contact with somebody else's oars.
"Hallo, you !" cried out clear Incl
sive young voice. "Where are you go.
ing to /! Why don't you look which
way you are steering ?"
"Charley Dresden - cried out l, lit
tie needing the torrents of obloquy he
was beginning to heap upon me.
"Olh Mottimor e." he responded JOY
ously. "Why, who on earth would
have thought of finding you dreaming
en- Harlem River. Here Come into
my boat hitch on your old craft be.
hind, and let me introduce you to Miss
Sophy Adriance."
I looked as sharply at Miss Sophy as
the moonlight and my own modesty
would let me, for knew that she was
the especial admiration Of my friend
Charley Dresden.
She was pretty, slight, round and ro.
sy, with china-blue eyes. dimple In
either cheek, and golden brown hair
worn in long, loose curls. There was
something flower-like ald delicate in
her prettiness-something unconscious
ly imploring in her way of lifting her
eyes up to your face.
We rowed home together-or, at least
as far on our way home as the Harlem
River would take US Sophy sang little
boat ballads Charley roared, out tenor
barcaroles. I even essayed German
student song which I had learned in
Heidelberg no one knows how long a.
60, and we parted the best of friends.
A week afterward Dresden and | met
face to face on Wall street.
"Hallo, Mottimore 70 said Charley,
his honest visage lighting up. What
do you think of her ?''
81 think she is a pearl-a jewel-a
princess among women - answered,
with perfect sincerity.
congratulate me, ther 10 cried
Charley, beaming all over, "for 1 AIN
engaged to her /! Only last night
Look here :" opening a mysterious sill
yer case which he took from his inner
vest pocket. what do you think Of
that for an engagement ring P"
ga fine diamond" said 1, putting
my head critically on one side land
fancifully set.
"We're to be married in October"
said Charley, lowering his voice to the
most confidential tones. 1T might
have been sooner if I hadn't undertak-
en- that business in Europe for our firm.
But shall be sure to be back by Oc-
tober. and the money shall make
will be acceptable toward fitting up
and furnishing our new home. Be.
cause, you know, Mottimore, I'm not
rich."
spent an evening with her after
ward at the genteel boarding house
where she and her mother-a nice,
bright, eyed little woman, the full
blown rose to correspond with SOphy's
budding loveliness-dwelt 10 the COST.
est Of apartments, furnished in dark
blue reps, with a turn up bedstead, in
geniously disguised as high.bach ed
sofa, aud canaries aud geraniums in
the windows.
"It is so kind of you to come," So
ply, with a gentle pressure of the hand
when I went away. II am 80 glad to
welcome Charley's friends"
And felt that I could cheerfally sit
through another evening of common.
place chit chat and photograph albums
for such a reward as that.
Well, Charley Dresden went away,
and as he didn't particularly leave So
ply Adriance in my charge, l didn't
feel called upon to present myself at
the gen5eel boarding house. l snppos-
ed, naturally enough, that all was 60
ing right, until one day 1 received a
note form my old friend, Bullion, the
banker, man of sixty, who wears a
wig and spectacles, and counts his in.
come upon the double figures.
Bullion wrote from Saratoga, where
he had gone because he didn't know
what else to do with himself in the dull
season. He asked mo to be his
groomsman. Bullion was going to be
married.
"Of course, you'll think it a foolish
thing for me to do," wrote Bullion
s'but even at 60 a man has not entirely
outlived the age of sentiment and
when once you see Sophy Adriance you
will forgive any seeming Inconsistency
on my part
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