The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1890-12-19
MY MARRIAGE.

III OWE it TO my friend Nicholas LUMBER
tS leg that ! am melancholy man. Never
III will l trust male friend again as long
as live.
This is how my misery was consummated.
Lombereg and l went down to Glamshell
Beach for the summer and we both fell In
love with Aurora Rubilips. She preferred
me, naturally, from the first, and when
proposed that charming girl readily as
sented.
Now, it happened that Miss Camilla
Couthers of New York came down to the
hotel, and she had the good taste to admire
me exceedingly. Lymberleg, to conceal the
chagrin he felt in losing Aurora, paid her
assiduous attention. 1t was a rainy day
that ushered in my misery. We were play
ing games of various kinds. At last some
one suggested mock marriage. Camilla
at once offered to be the bride, and some Of
fcious wretch asked me to be the groom.
Hooked up at Aurora, fearing that she
might not quite ike the arrangement, but
she smiled sweetly, and | Was satisfied.
But who is going 10 perform the cere-
mony?" asked Mrs. Bendose. Who will
officiate as clergyman"
Where's williamson" asked Lymberleg.
He can do the parson for you. He's got a
smatteriug of everything, l believe, and can
do almost anything.
al haven't seen Mr.. Williamson this even
ing," said one of the ladies. Il don't think
hes been down."
"Then I'll bring him down." cried Lynn
berleg. rushing upstairs.
Five minutes later he returned, bringing
Mr.. Williamson with him, and that gentle
man went through the marriage ceremony
with CELEBRITY that was quite astonishing.
al guess you've done this thing before
Mr.. williamson" l remarked, as he pro-
nounced Us man and wife.
Done il beforeI' Mr.. Williamson smiled
Yes, ! fiatter myself that I've married
about as many couples as any minister Of
my age"
minister"
"Why, of course ! am, my dear young
lady," replied Mir. williamson. Did you
think / would undertake to perform the
marriage service if | wasn't?"
"Why, we were in fun! | howled.
but you are married in earnest" replied
MI. Williamson, turning pale. Il
thought you knew / was clergyman. /
am sure MI. Lymberleg was aware of the
fact
You're quite mistaken" replied LUMBER
leg, spriDging forward to catch Aurora as
she swooned and fell. But from the glance
he gave NE as be passed out of the room,
With the lovely burden in bis arms, I'm in
clined to think that Lymberleg was only
too well aw are of Mr.. Williamson's profess
sion.
''oh, horrors!'' l exclaimed. turning to
Camilla. What, OH what shall we dO?"
Nv by, Mr.. Washington, L think''-she was
perfectly cool and and as calm as a summers
NOM think that We had better make the
best of it."
That's just my opinionl" calculated Mr..
Bugs, ~ $500,
room and rushing upstairs.
L burst into her room and found her lying
on the sofa. with LymbeTleg leaning over
her, clasping her little hand in his
Away" she cried. Go TO your Camilla. !"
But, my dear, it wasn't my fault. l did
not"
Not another word, Frederick Lushington
Your pertdy is tGo apparent Go, make no
excuses. You contrived ii well, but you
cannot deceive he. Go, and never let me
see your face again."
Mr.. Rubilips came along then and assisted
me out oil the room. Camilla met me in the
hall.
''Oh, Roderickl Can't you love me Just
little? ?" she cried, throwing herself into my
arms.
1 looked at her critically for five minutes
Then spoke:
Mrs. Washington" said ]. in voice
choked with emotion. "we're married and
had better make the best of it. You are
lovely and ought to be loved, but Pm so
constituted that l can't love but one, and
that one. fear, will soon be Mrs. Lymber-
Leg
Camilla groaned, and howled melodious-
~. Then l tore myself from her arms and
fled to my room.
Next morning Mrs. Washington and her
hus band left Glamshell Beach and went to
New York. a fortnight later we returned
to tiugo, where we still remain; and so
ends my story-but if the reader wishes to
know the fate of the beautiful Aurora l
must inform you with a half-suppressed
groan that she is the wife Of Nicholas Lynn
berleg.-Boston Globe.