St. Paul daily globe., 1885-08-15
EXCITING MARRIAGE EVENT.
A Husband Should Never Conceal
Anything Fro IN His Wife.

Anything From His Wife.
''By iOye! that miserable tailor is enough
to drive aman crazy!r cried Judge Henry
Winkler, desperately, not knowing whether
TO curse or laugh. He paced the room as
he spoke like Gagged animal. Poor fellow!
His anger was not unreasonable, as he
strobe up and down the limited space, his
hair dressed and perfumed, and attired in
patent-leather boots, linen faultleSSly laund-
Tied-but there our description must cease,
and we must not further dilate on the bride
grOom's apparel. Yes. Henry E'inkler was
to be married at y o'clock, sharp. to his
adOred Aurelia, in one of the most fashion
able churches. The tailor had promised to
deliver his dress suit at his apartments at
10 o'clock. and now it was quite 11:30 and
Mr.. Winkler stood arTayed in SpotlesS white
and there were no signs of a swallow-tail
anywhere!
''Do you know what would do?" ven
tured an officiOuS grOOmsman. who had
come to escort the judge to church. Il
would just put on my morning coat and
start at once. do believe this will be the
very best thing you can do just now"
Bring me a hatful of last years hail, but
pray do not mention my morning coat, nor
put in a plea for my trousers" cried Wink
sunshine through my coat; and leaving out
such trifleS as style and cut, my trousers,
which We're black ten years ago, are now
of such a hue as to be totally mdeScribable.
Man is always a laughabe object when he
is getting married, even at his best; but if
! array myself as you suggest, | am half
afraid that Aureia would say No instead
Of Yes when we meet at the altar.
But what is to be done?' urged the
grOOmSman. ''What can L do? 1t is get
ting late. Did you not say that the tailor
said 10 o'clock" " the judge answered sol
emnly.
We'll, suppose we send for your dress
suit?' said Charley.
What are you dreaming OFF" returned
the judge. at would take more than an
hour for any messenger to get from here to
the tailOr-shop."
You are right" said Charley. ''But
tell me what was your reason for ordering
your wedding clothes so late? They should
have been here aweek. Why were you so
foolish?'
Il was foolish to trust to that beast of
tailor. l always put off things until the
very last moment, and now L am to be
punished, [ suppose" and Henry Winkler
threw himself into an armchair.
Look at my new dress suit" said Char
ley Held, smoothing his coat down in
front of a long looking-glasS. doesn't it
lit me well? Oh, l was smarter than you,
judge, for my dress suit was ordered in
good time and sent home week ago. /
had it made expressly to wait on you. One
may trust the apOthecary, the boOkmaker
and the devil occasionally, but never-no,
never-truSt your tailor"
''YoW lecture may be very amusing" :"
groaned the judge, ''but it fails to keep me
out of this muddle."
Suddenly the judge bounded up from the
armchair, grasped the astonished Charley
by the shoulders, and looked at him fiXedly,
while he cried:
''But you can help me if you will. old
fellow. L see that you can be of the great
est assistance to me in this, the most threat
ening moment of my existence.
81" answered the surprised friend.
''What on earth can l do to help you
now? | cannot see my way"
But you will see your way. Look in
the glass, my dear boy. See how we stand
as much alike in figure as two peas"
''Well, what of that?" asked Charley,
and the Judge devoured his figure with his
large brown eyes.
Don't you see my dearest friend, how YOU
can help me? Why, you must lend me
your dress suit so that l can hurry and get
married." the judge said impetuously.
What could Mr.. Held do? He gave one
last despairing glance at his tall, fine figure
i'll the glass, and thought of the charming
Bertha whom he, as best man, was to es-
cOrt to the altar. Alas! lie had contem-
plated this pleasure for weeks. and now he
was to be undressed like naughty boy in
the middle Of the day! He was angry with
himself that he had strutted before the
glass and called the judges attention to his
dress snit. but some one had to suffer, evil
IDENTIFY, so Charley resigned his new clothes
to his enraptured friend.
1t took Judge Winkler but a moment to
slip INTO his dress suit, and soon he had ar
rived at the church, escorted by the faith
full Charley, who had donned the perfor-
ated morning coat and the despised trOus-
ers. Winkler was the happiest of men
and Charley one of the saddest, as he
walked up the aisle with the lovely Bertha
on his arm-at whom he dared not look for
fear she would break off the engagement
with him. An hour later the newly-mar-
rled pair were in the cars, steaming away
to Greenwald, where they were to spend
their honeymoon. The Judge had bribed
the guard to give them a separate carriage.
He had thrown off his OvercOat and sat
with his arm around his wife, pressing her
tight against Charley Held's dress coat.
MY dear husband. did you not assure me
that you never Smoked?" the newly-wed
spouse demanded.
You are certainly right, my little dar-
ling, the judge replied, Il never smoke. -
''Well, what is that in your coat pocket?''
she asked smiling.
1T is nothing but my note book" the
judge answered.
"a note book, indeed.' cried Mrs. Wink
Ter. Il will bet anything it is a cigar
case"
About half minute later the young wife
had thrust her nimble fingers in her hus-
bands pocket, and had drawn out a real.
true cigar case. and such a cigar caSe,-all
embroidered and perfumed, and bearing on
its back this inscription: "To my dear
est"
Casting an angry and aStOniShed look al
her husband, Mrs. Winkler said:
What made you deny the fact that Won
smoked? Did you think that | would be
displeased? But tell me-" she added i'm a
changed voice. ''whO embroidered this case
for you?"
''Now [ am in a predicament." the
judge thought to himself, and laughed
nervously, at which his wife seemed to re-
gard him with increased displeasure.
''This cigar case belongs to a friend of
mine" he Stammered.
''This is pretty tale" cried Mrs. Wink
Ter, as she drew out of the side of the card
case perfumed, pink lined note. folded i'm
a lovers knot. The ears stopped for a
while, and Judge Winkler left the train
that he might procure some fruit for his
bride. While the judge was absent his
wife utilized his absence in perusing the
note, which ended with Your always