The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-10-06
INTERESTING STORY.
JAMES WEDDING-DAY.

:" It's shame !" said Squire Peters.
g A sin !" chimed in comfortable Mrs.
Peters, who looked like feather pillow
tied in the middle, and whose eyes were as
blue and bright MS those of two-year-old
child
&c disgrace % roared Phil, the tall son
who was in the telegraph Office, and had
just been promoted to a sufficient salary to
enable him to keep wife.
:" An abomination % declared Rosie, the
dimpled daughter who read George Eliot,
and had aspirations" which she nightly
jotted down in a padlocked Diary"
+" In circumstances such as these,n said
the squire, solemnly wiping out the inside
Of his hat with his yellow silk pocket hand
kerchief, al think young woman is justi-
fable in setting her parents at defiance !"
"Oh, pa, don't talk sol" said Mrs.
Peters, with a terrified look.
"Why shouldn't talk sou demanded
the squire, :" if feel so2"
Before the cbildren!" pleaded Mrs.
Peters.
The squire hemmed and hawed and made
great fuss in turning the cat out of the easy
chair while Phil and Rosie exchanged com
ical chances over his head Would the
father and mother never recognize the fac!
that they We're "grown-up folks now and
/" children no longer?
Yet the Peters family we're right. 1t was
a hard case, this forced betrothal of pretty
Ia,;a Ioliat& 20 Mr. IoroJ,,;tt nh -, ,,,s 4..,:,
her age but had made money in the paper
box business, and could afford young
bride just rs he could indulge in big da-
monds and fast horse. jamie had cried
until the light was all washed out of her
violet-gray eyes, the roses faded from her
cheeks, but her mother had ceaselessly lee
tured her ON filial ingratitude and Goneril.
hke-selfshness. She had protested that she
would rather die than marry Mr.. Marina
duke Prodgitt, but Major Follett, her
father, had told her, CURLY, that nobody
wanted her to die; that if she really wanted
to be useful, she must live and marry Mr..
Prodgitt, who could give her such nice
home and provide so excellently well for
her family. jamie was only seventeen, and
had been brought up to obey her parents,
so she only wept and wrung her hands,
and waited for the eventful day to come,
passively as Hindoo widow waits for the
suttee.
"And you'll throw me over, JAMIE"
pleaded Phil Peters. reproachfully.
oh, Phil" twittered the girl, "what
can do!"
jamie, you love me"
"Oh, yes. Phil, dol"
Do you love this Prodgitt fellow"
jamie shuddered and shook her head, and
aid her face in her hands.
Then what ON earth are you marrying
him for ?" persisted Phil, the inquisitorial.
Pa says | must" whispered JAMIE
:" And ma says l shall be serpent if
don'tn
6 But in this matter, JAMIE" pleaded tho
young man, you must choose for your
SELF"
"Oh, Phil, oh, Phil !" sobbed jamie,
"don't talk so dreadfully! l must marry
aim I've promised"
Phil turned mournfully away. It was
impossible to be angry with this soft Great
ure But he would have liked to have his
hand on Marmaduke Prodgitt's elderly
throat
when is it to be ?" he asked, abruptly.
"W-we don't know" stammered jamie.
Not very soon, hope !"
Rt,f tba f,uaotiop vao unaa6ilu catfIad
The very next day message sped over the
wires, and Phil Peters, on duty at that es-
pscial moment, read the baleful words
Expect me Tuesday. Wedding same
day. Seven in the evening.
M. PRoDeIrT."
Ten words exactly. Mr.. Proigitt was
not the one to spend his money unneces-
sally, even on wedding-bulletin!
Confound the fellow ~ thought III.
sayagely grinding his teeth, as he copied off
the dispatch, inclosed it in the regulation
buff envelope, addressed it to I" Major Fol
lett, No. - Main Street." and flung it
toward the messenger-boy, who was playing
iack-straws in the corner.
G Here, Dick !" said he. Look alive
now ~
The confusion and hustle produced in the
Follett family by this unexpected .nissive
can easily be imagined. Word was prompt
ly sent to tho dress akcr,-the millineI
and her assistant were summoned at once.
Miss Hannah Hedgey, without whom
neither wedding, christening, nor funeral
in Hollow Village was complete, arrived in
the Follett house with fiat handbag, her
book of receipts, and her dark pair of spec
tacles, and all was life and activity.
With the solitary exception of the bride
elect, who persisted in staying up in her
room and crying.
But, nevertheless, when Tuesday evening
came all was in readiness The cake baked
and frosted under Miss Hannah Hedgey's
especial eye, was miracle of sparkling
sugar roses, with little Cupid shooting his
bow on its crest. The dress, of white silk,
was pronounced faultless, the veil had
arrived in an oblong paper box like small
coffin, and the wreath was gracefully adj
justed on JAMES flax-gold hair.
"Aint she sweet" croaked Miss Hannah.
81 never seen a prettier bride in my
!ife," said the dress-maler. Eff she'd only
shirk up bit, and not hang her head So"
q bit O pink smudge off the carmine
saucer would improve her complexion
amazin'. She's as pale as putty" whisper
ed q neighbor.