Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-17

but nawsty Duke. It is only little while
since they were married in the midst of all
the pride and grandeur of Mayor Hewitt's
office, surrounded by the Mayor himself,
and supported by the janitor OF the build
ing, messenger boys in full panoply, heads
of departments, letter heads, corned heads
and bill heads. AS the happy couple left
their horse car, driven by an eminent savant
in a rubber overcoat, and moved proudly
across City Hall Park, they were preceded
by beautiful woman 63 years of age, and
wearing black and tan breakfast shawl,
who scattered flowers to the, masses at cents
bunch. 1t was a solemn and impressive
sight Men standing on the steps OF the
Court House near by, waiting to be sum-
moned as jurors for the ensuing term, mean
time trying to forget what information they
had ever acquired, so that their minds
would be thoroughly fitted for the arduous
duties of jurors, looked up in vacant way.
10 RECEIVE THE DUKE.
Mayor Hewitt looked out the window and
saw them coming. Hastily upending his
cuffs and ruff1ing his hair, SO as to have
distinguished and disheveled appearance,
he instructed the official organ of the city to
play the wedding march.
There was a low gurgling knock on the
door, and when Mayor Hewitt opened it,
there stood the Duke. Motioning the
Mayor out into the hall, Marlborough took
him around behind the woodbox, where
they could be entirely alone. Then he
whispered to Mayor Hewitt, "Abe, are you
busv?"
"Well, not so ALFRED busy. What is it
Duke?"
81 wanted to get married if you've got
time to attend to it. How soon could you
wait on uS?"
"Oh, I can do 1t now, guess. I was
writing piece for the paper, but can put
that off Come in and take off your things
till I have time to compare little in-
promptu thought or two, and send out for
a package of cardimon seeds. hate to
kiss Duchess, as a general thing, unless
my breath is as sweet as a violet"
By this time the wedding party had en-
tered, and now stood about the Office, read
ing the acts of the Legislature, or vainly
seeking to look through the opalescent win
dows.
sis Duke all the front name you've got?"
asked the Mayor, as he began to write in a
red account book and regard him closely
with keen, searching glance.
Marlborough said it was not, and went on
to state at some length what his full name
was. will not try to give it here, because
this is simply short, hasty article for the
paper. 1t is not city directory.
"Well, then, il you are ready" said the
Mayor, brlskly wiping his pen with the tail
of his linen coat, ''you can stand up over
there by the register and take hold of
hands"
DON'T PUT ON FRILLs.
(which side do you want me on7" says
the Duke, trying to look cool.
ooh, either side. 1t don't make any odds
to me,' SAYS the Mayor, II don't know
what the practice is among a passle OF
Dukes, but as regards the statutes it don't
make any difference. Here in America we
don't care much for frills. We care little
here for what the world calls pomp. We
scorn the little forms and funny business of
a false and swelled up but tottering dynasty.
II you're ready now say when, and I'll
show you style of splice that can recon-
mend"
Then, as the Duke pulled his stop watch
and gave the word, the Mayor ate another
cardimon seed and, reading selection from
the Mail and Express instead of opening
the exercises by means of kit of burglars
tools, proceeded to draw out the Duke as to
his Intentions for the future, and to quiz
him little as to whether he would love and
cherish, support, maintain, foster and en-
courage his wife, provided he had one, and
whether he would be willing to divide her
private fortune with her in case she needed
money. Getting the Dukes views on this
subject, he chatted with the bride in an off
hand way, meantime transacting other bust