The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-31

uncle as "a natural born fool, and ~retires deeply
offended to the hall DIR. Thornton shakes
hands with the happy pair, but perceiving. or
thinking he perceives, a disposition on the part
OF Herr D. TO illustrate afresh a certain obnox-
ious German custom, cuts his congratulations
very short and drops into the background, where
he is joined by his wife.
DR.. 1.-THE process of joining twin-souls is
certainly the most trying ceremony l ever un-
dertook in all my ministerial career. / thought
| should break down outright twice. But isn't
the bride an exquisite creature, with that mag
nolia petal skin and those dark eyes! And her
features are SO fine and regular. To think of
Dinksplel picking up such a girl by the merest
accident, and marrying her quito of hand"
Mrs; T.-"She is pretty, certainly. but |
shouldn't call her a beauty. Mrs. Cosgrove has
been so kind and good to her. The supper is
lovely. aid she made the brides dress herself.
1t must have cost her a great deal, for l am sure
it has all come out of her pocket. / asked her if
she or the brides family paid the piper, but I
couldn't get any satisfaction. Some people are
so close"
Dr.. T.-"You didn't pry into"
Mrs. Cosgrove looming up)-'Come, Doctor, it
is getting late. These people have to catch the
10 o'clock train, you know. Won't you take my
aunt in to support
They all file into the dining room. the bride
and groom are placed at the head of the table.
The Doctor makes a capital little speech.
Toasts are drunk. The old lady has recovered
sufficiently to make an enormous supper. Mr..
Cosgrove has now the air of a detective in plain
clothes protecting the plate. The very young
man hovers around the bride perpetually and
offers her innumerable dishes which she invaria-
bly, declines. He is unspeakably grati6ed when
she condescends to take a glass of claret-punch
with him and drinks his health, bushes rubily
whenever he catches her eye, and is evidently
enslaved by her beauty and grace.
Somebody announces that the carriage has
come. The bride goes upstairs and presently
returns in her traveling-dress looking, if posi-
BILE, loveiier than ever. Then cheerful colored
porters carry down a small, high zshouldered
French box and strap it above Herr DIS brass
nailed trunk at the back of the carriage.
The very young man insists on putting in all
the parcels and, in farewell, presents the bride
with a bouquet hastily made up from the flowers
on the supper table.
Herr D.. Ito Steinmetz)-"Herei | will light
my bine." They talk in German for five min
utes, and the air is so thick with gutJurals and
compound words that if it were cut with a knife
the slain syllables would certainly he heaped mp
knee deep. The purport of it is that if S. will
try to do better in future DR.. Thornton has
promised to give him back the place left vacant
by Herr D. s secession to the diocese of Georgia.
The customs of Germany are illustrated in en-
tire perfection when they part. with the Doctor
as amused spectator this time.
Herr d. Ito the Doctor)-"Aeain farewell!
Hearts thanks for your so great kindness. The
dear God reward you. | will write all what trans
pirates vid me. CUNT gif dot Steinmetz anodder
chance, [ bray you. He is yer boor, almost to
shtarve. Dis | know
Mrs. Cosgrove is now overcome. and there is
much weeping, oscillations and incoherent speech
between the kind matron and her protege. The
bride tells her that she has been for her an angel,
aud begs that the letter of submission she has
left for her father may be sent without fail. The
happy pair get In the carriage, Herr D.. first, to
the profound disgust of all the gentlemen pres
ent except Steinmetz, who doesn't notice it even.
Four gentlemen rush forward to assist the bride,
tho uQrU uornn N n cfappipo re- | q nt1u IN q ponc-
puddle, and guarding the wheel with his hands.
Herr d.. lat the window, a dim figure, with
giglamp spectacles)-"Goot-bye friends, ali!
goodbye"
just as they are driving off they are impera-
lively stopped by the very young man, who rushes
down the steps for the last time with Mrs.
Cosgrove's new silk umbrella, which, he fancies,
belongs to Herr D.. 1t is scornfully identified by
the owner. who signals to the coachman to drive
on.
The bride at the window, 1.-THE light from the
street falling on her lovely face)-"Adieu, chere
Madame Cosgrove! Adieu! Adieu!"