The Grenada gazette., 1889-02-14

MRS. Clutterby. looking at an engrav-
ing in friends house. "Ah, you
should see some of Julia's painting,
Mrs. Oliver. Such taste in color and
design" (Cluck, cluck.)
Julia came home at vacation and
friend calls. Come, my dear, show
Mrs. Melville how beautiful you can
play (cluck, cluck). Julia obeys.
isn't that perfectly lovely, Mrs Mel
ville?' (rapturous cackle) and so on.
Through all the details of her exist
ence Julia seemed to be the pivot on
which Mrs. Clutterby's thought ran,
and it is not to be wondered at that
the wedding of the one chicken should
be a phenomenal affair.
It eg9Syy #Eds EdiEh9ut ubte4sct 4 specimen eeG, Mrs g.
matchmaking mamma, and she had
angled in waters deep and shallow for
Julia, but with such a bare hook that
the fish had invariably Topped off and
returned to their native element, until
Miss Julia, in despair of reaching a
satisfactory settlement under her moth
er's wing, had the good sense to leave
the home coop and do little scratch
ing for herself or in other words, to
make dear friend summer visit, and
by this means she succeeded in hook
ing very presentable fish.
True he was not q whale. either
financially or socially. but good
enough young man with whom Julia
was as desperately in love, as she had
been with ten or a dozen more eligible
predecessors, who might have como to
proposing point had not Miss Clutterby
been so anxious to say Yes
Mrs. Clutterby was delighted. Any
one who had good taste and sound
sense enough to love her Julia com
mended himself to her without further
qualification, and if she had any mis-
givings in regard to wealth and station
she hid them sklllfully under tromen-
dous hutfing and bridling over the
wedding arrangements. which she cal
culated with view to bringing in the
greatest possible returns for the least
expenditure.
Like the provcrbial ostrich which
hides its head in the sand, Mrs. CIut-
terby imagined that no one but herself
would know this, but society is lynx
eyed, and the air WAS thick with sly
hints and knowing remarks as the
time drew near.
Going to the Clutterby wedding,
old chappiee" and Captain purmaiee
clapped a fellow evonisite on the
shoulder.
>.yu ,,r.vr, nn6w;, de ud1t92oc;id unpleasant,
came within an inch Of getting in the
bridegrooms place meself, Old boy.
Thought the old lady had me booked
sure, and out of gratitude, you know,
Cap-,' and he winked suggestively.
$50 your wedding present will be
sort of thank Offering, eh?' laughed
the Captain. What is it to be-"
''Pon my soul, don't know. Some
sort O silver trumpery | supposed.
Confounded boah, anyhow
Miss Julia limited pretty strongly
toward French clock" said the Cap
tain.
Just the thing, Cap. I've got
gilt Wattlewap that l drew in lot
terry. It's showy enough on the out
side, but it couldn't run a day to save
the nation. Wouldn't it be a good one
for all us fellahs to take clocks" and
the facetious young men poked each
other in the ribs with their elbows.
isn't it shame those Clutterbys
have sighted the Greens and the Cot
trells in giving out their invitations?"
said Miss Blanche Newcombe. "Such
old friends and neighbor5, and just be-
cause they are poor and not crushinyly
stylish"
"And the Oglesbys, who have Just
come to town and scarcely know the
Clutterbys by sight have cards, re-
joined the friend to whom she was
speaking. II declare it's disgusting
to see such bare-faced begging for
presents.
1T would serve them right if we all
sent regrets and bangle board re-
piled Miss Blanche.
"But | confess to curiosity to see
how the affair goes off, hastily replied
the friend.
There is peculiar fascination about
wedding which does not pertain to
any other form of entertainment and
however presuming or uninteresting
the parties may be, people will 60 from
motives of curiosity, if no other. SO
the Clutterby parlors were well filled
on the wedding morning with u Gu
riously y-assorted crowd, out of which,
perhaps, half dozen cared rye straw
whether Miss Julia's matrimonial bark
anchored in safe harbor or in divorce
court.
"Oh, you dear, sweet thing, how
perfectly lovely you do look this morn
ing" gushed Miss Blanche after the
ceremony, land what charming COM
pany you have" her eyes lighting on
the four Misses Allen ranged in mathe-
matical precision against the wall;
they had dubbed together, contrary to
all precedent. and sent pair of an
tique vases, costly but intensely ugly, |
to Mrs. Clutterby's horror and Julia's |
wrath; indeed, they might have sat
directly in front of her in their prim-
NEST row and she could not have |
smiled, she was so thoroughly angry.
And so lovely of you to remember
me with that charming-m-er." Miss
Julia's memory gave her the slip, and
she could not have told for her lie /
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