Connecticut western news., 1889-08-28
A Delayed Permission.

sas. It was rough, low, mean and dir ty, but nevertheless was the abode of Q lively family, the Doddsworth's, as l found out later. I could go no farther and so stopped, asked for lodgings, put up my horse and sat down to talk with my host.
 "You may halter sleep out ter the barn part O the night, he volunteered.
 "Why?" I asked.
 <Wa'al, young Bemis is comm over hyar pretty reg'lar to spark Mary, an'@"
 "Oh, pa! how can you talk sol" chimed in the buxom daughter of the family, immediately flouncing out of the kitchen into the best room.
 E'So he is stuck on Mary?' sug- gested.
 "You bet he is. He's over here reg Tar. He's nice fellow, Bemis is."
 "What does he do?"
 "Oh, he farms Squire Lewis land on shares. He ain't got much money, that's the only thing; but don't care. I say they're big enough to marry when they're old enough and old enough when they're big enough, money or no mon ey." nj .z
 s'Does Mary like him?"
 "Yes, tolerable. She says he's kind CT bashful-not near so peart as the schoolmaster that's shinin' up to lilly Marks; but say she shall have Bemis as sure as my names Doddsworth. "Well,"I put in, "you had better let lem go and marry"
 "That's what I say; but, you see, Sally, my wife, is dead agin' it. She's awful opinionated, Sally is, and don't use good sense. Now, fer me, when see Pm wrong, I always admit it, an let it go; but she won't. She just sticks and hangs an won't gin' up. You want to be careful of getting in an argument with her." a--.
 said I would and remembered the caution when, after Doddsworth had gone out to milk the COWS, she ap- preached me and began to talk about Mary and Bemis. I remembered what he had said. ,... .-
 "I ain't got nothin' against Bemis," :" she admitted. ''He's good enough boy :; rather bashful, of course, but Mary likes him.'' ...-..
 els your husband opposed to the match?" I suggeatsd, to see what she would say.
 ssOf course, I don't like to talk much about it, but he's kinder offish about l it. He's awful set, Doddsworth is. Sometimes l think he don't use good sense. Now, when I see Pm wrong I'm willin' to admit it and drop the matter, but he won't. He jest sticks an hangs an won't give up. He don't exactly like Bemis am he won't give up that Mary can marry him."
 Here, thought I, is Q grand chance to bring two clashing natures together and make them work for Mary's hap piness. Mary was already entertain ing her lover in the "best room,' '' which was the only other room in the house but the kitchen, ill which we sat, and concluded I'd please the pair as we'll as surprise them, so when the husband came in, addressed him:
 sI was just talking with your wife, MT. Doddsworth, and she seems per fectly willing to have young Bemis for 8 son-in-law. Now, you expressed the same opinion to me awhile ago, and and as you are both very liberal in your views, why not unite on this question:" -...
 els that so, Sally?" exclaimed the husband. ssBe you willin'?"
 "Well, T." she began, when she caught my eye and frankly admitted "Yes, ain't got nothin' against him, but you was always so obstinate that-''
 "No, Sally, it was you that was set in your"
 "See here," I put in, s'no quarreling now. You are agreed in this matter. Lets break the news to the young folks"
 They had no opportunity of demur- ring before I opened the door leading to the "best room." There was sud. den shuffling of chairs and feet as we entered, as though the lass and lover had moved rapidly apart.
 "Mary," said I, for I rather enjoyed the theatrical aspect of the case, "youl folks are willing that you should marry this young man if you want to. hope you will be happy and prosper. ous." .
 "Say, you city dude," drawled the young man in question, "whose funera is this, anyhow? Do you run this household now? Mary and l don'1 care for your blessin'. We was mar ried by Squire Quinn last night wher the folks thought we was at the dance."
 "The folks," who had been standing in the background, somewhat awed by my oficiousness, and myself, beat { precipitate retreat. Our kindness hal come too late.
 l rode on the next morning an(