The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1889-08-07
A HONEYMOON STORY.
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proud of our family and ancestors. We
claim to be the direct descendants Of the
Blundell who serenaded Cour de Lion
outside his prison window. With the
exception Of this incident. never could
find out that my ancestors had distin-
gnishei themselv Is in any way but my
aunt Matilda, who had acted as guardi-
an to me since my fathers death, never
lest an opportunity Of impressing upon
me that we Bundells were second to
none in point Of blood and descent l
can see now the air Of conscious pride
and self-satisfaction with which she al
ways spoke Of - the Family" always
with. capital Fl, settled any yexed
question Of etiquette by quoting whatever
had been from time immemorial the Gus
ON Of the B.unlslls with resIrl to ths
subject under discussion.
1t was therefore, shock of no ordina-
ry kind when announced my intention
Of marrying Celia DObson.
The Dobsons were in trade. That was
enough-m ore than enough. for aunt
Matild She wept, she entreated, she
implored me not to sully the glory of the
Blundeil escuteheon by allying myself
with one who probably could not emu
merate her ancestors for further back
than paltry century.
put io, =. 80, -, n =, ,., =
was my own master. was head over
heels in love with Celia. and consider
cd that / was, on the whole, the best
/ judge Of what would be likely to add TO
my happiness and, having informed
aunt Matilda that intended to please
myself on this occasion, and further add
ed that it was an honor to the Blundelis
10 have such an angel as my Celia intro
I duced among them. left her 10 mourn
over my degeneracy and willfnlness and
70 prophesy Jhat DO good would come Of
IT,
oar welding took place in Maya
I proverhially unlucky monih-bus We
both uf Us scorned snch superstition.
T Our original intention had been 20 spend
a fortnight Of our honeymoon in Paris
and the remaining fortnight in London
but some short time before our wedding
day Mat ,hev Dobson, Cclia's great-uncle
and godfather, must needs take it into
his head % oiIer Us the loan Of his villa
al 81. Bridgets-super-Mare. | was at first
for refusing il with thanks, but Celias
mother, whether from the fact that she
had expectations from uncle Matthew
and was afraid Of offending him, or from
an idea that it was the fashionable thing
10 do, pressed Celia to accept; and IL
was far too happy to care very much
where ! went, 50 long as Celia went with
me.
So TO st. Bridgeis we went ! must say
the weather was most unkind to US. The
frst two days Of our stay at MontenOite
las Mr.. Dobson had called his villa were
days of continual rain, utterly precluding
any idea of leaving the house and when
the third day came and there was still
no sign Of a clear, heean to regret that
| had given up our Paris arrangement so
easily.
The house was comfortable enough
bnt 10 me, who have always been 10 a
mild extent a follower Of the aesthetic
school, the style Of furniture was derress-
ingly ugly The royal blue repp cur
tains Of the edrawing-room, and the corner
brackets covered with emerald green
velvet, and trimmed with macrame lace, |
set my teeth on edge. The walls were
spatiered with plates, mos, OF them of |
absolutely worthless china, and Mr.. Dob
sons artistic proclivities were further evi- |
denced by a badly-modeled alabaster |
Cupid and Psyche under a glass shade in
the middle ofa large mahogany table and |
an undoubted O. Carlo Dolci Holy Fanli-
ly which hung over the fireplace, care |
fully shrodded from view by red mo-
reen curtain. AS | look back to that |
room in my minds eye, consider that /
had some excuse for feeling out of tenn
per.
] do not think should have been so /
much aggravated by my surroundings, if |
could have, 50 10 speak, let of s,eam,7
by expressing my horror of them to Gel |
ia But she appeared quite satisfied, even
delighted, with everything; and | ask
any married man if there is anything /
more trying TO mortal fibre than to see
the wife Of your bosom calmly, placidly |
good-tempered, when you yourself are
seething with suppressed ill-humor
made one attempt to improve matters
by suggesting that it might be a good /
plan if we were to put away in some box /
the white crochet antimacassars with
which the drawing-room was plehtifully /
adorned until we were going away. But
Celia looked puzzled.
What funny idea, Dick ?" she said !
Why should you want 10 do ihat2"
"They will get 50 dirty, You know" l |
preyaricated feebly.
But you stupid boy, they will wash
beautifully. Uncle Matt would never
have left them here if he did not wish US
to use them"
/ saw she was hopelessly eontented and
walked away to the window with my ir-
ritation driven inwards and therefore,
like rash under the same circumstan
ees, much more dangerous
Whatever poets may say, May is not
pleasant month, especially by the sea
side As / looked out now, saw be-
ore me dull gray world. Heavy gray
clouds overhead, a heaving, gray exparss
-of sea below. The tide was ont, and to
right and lefi, stretching away as far as
could see, long reach of sandy shore
pleasant enough, doubtless, in summer
time, bat now looking drearily uninter-
esting, as the waves broke on it with a
monotOnous, melancholy swish.
A cold northwesterly wind was driving
the rain against the windows, and the
trees bowed and swayed and flung up
theii arms, as though mourning for the
early fate OF their beautiful young leaves,
which the wind was recklessly tearing
from the parent stem, and strewing on
the ground.