The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1886-09-14
A BRIDES QUESTION.
It Played an Uncomfortable Freak
With Memory.

my dear" tenderly remarked Mrs.
Bascom tOher husband, the welI-known
and successful manufacturer, as they
stood rather closely together on the
sunny side of their vine-hidden veran-
da soon after breakfast on the last day
of their honeymoon.
"Ahem-er-Wha was that you
said?" inquired Mr.. BaScom as he
brought his mind from some where
else TO the contemplation of his pretty
bride.
Il was about TO ask you," resumed
Mrs. Bascom with gentle touch of
reproach in her voice, whether when
you were a very young man and went
10 parties and sociables and dances
with the girls-whether you ever
thought at that time YOU would like to
marry, poor as you were, and enjoy
love in a cOttage!
A long pause followed this question,
while he delved in the storehouse
where he kept his almost forgotten in
cidents, TO see if he really ever had or
not. Then with a start be noticed his
brides patient waiting, and he stam-
mered: ''Well-er-" and if not know
inc exactly how to finish the answer
without obtaining the information
that he wanted. he relapsed again into
silence, while his memOry-little used
in that direction in the past years of
busy activity since he came TO the great
city. a robust country youth-his mem
orv unfettered from its bonds like the
unbottled geni of the fisherman of the
Oriental tale, grew with his newly
found freedom so rapidly and to such q
size that il quite overmastered its not
easily mastered owner. And delighted
with his unexpected freedom the men,
ory started on a wild excursion, as to
the direction of which and its ending
he had not the slightest conception nor
the fainteSt care.
Thus it was that on this sunny morn
ing. of all sunny mornings. he quite
forgot his pretty bride by his side who
was fairly radiant in the dress of dane
ing gold beams which the slaqting rays
of the morning sun had found their
way through the entangled vines to
fashion for her especial honor.
Under the influence of MemOry's
spell the owner became as immovable
as though he had been carved out of
wood and set upon the veranda as an
ornamental figure, so quiet did he
stand; his morning cigar, cold and dis
regarded, still remained in his hands.
while the ashes found safe lodgment
out of sight below the bend of his gen.
erouS waistcoat, and his ewes, with a
fiXedness of gaze that indicated preoc-
cupation of their owners mind more
strongly even than his silence and his
interchangeable posture, passed over the
pierced the trained shrubbery which
lined its margin, looked over the noun
tain brook which idly rambled through
the grove, over the lawn past the
shrubbery until it was lost in a waver-
ing line of silver thread away off in the
distance. Then with the same fixed
look they pierced the hills beyond the
rustic bridge and penetrated the noun
tain which dotted the blue horizon and
continued their travel far enough on
the other side to tire the eyes of any
man laboring under less potent
charm.
But his eyes, however far they trav-
eled, could not find the information for
which he was searching so intently.
This was the work of the Memory,
which, with the lightning speed of the
geni, had already gone over the many
and busy years to the very time TO
which the bride had alluded.
Had he ever wanted to marry?'
He struggled hard to say No" but
the charm was too strong. His lips
were sealed.
did he ever want to live in a cot
tage with his own true love?n Again
he struggled and again his lips de-
clined to serve him. Memory could
answer these questions much better
than he, and to him did answer them,
but so quietly that not even the inquisi-
tive wind could catch an idea of what
was said. To him Memory brought up
as though it were painted as never g
living artist has been able TO paint g
picture he had entirely forgotten, AM
If it had been left TO his decision be
would never have recalled it.
You don't believe it, do yOu?" in
auired Memory. ''Well, I'll show yol
something that you will believe. DC
YOU remember her?' Here into tn,
bail room shown in the picture, wher'
stood a bashful country lad ther'
came a young maiden neat and trim
Her brown hair was neatly coiled roun'
her shapely head. Her blue eye
dropped just little as they met tn
still more downcast eyes of the rusti
youth, and her pretty dress, home
made, too, was of pattern long sine
forgotten. -,
.sDo you remember her?"' Again
MIR. Bascom tried in vain TO make re
spouse.
A moment more another picture ha
taken the place of the ballroom scene
painted with equal skill and the sam