Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-05-25

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and then makes answer:
81 am so glad you love me; now l shall
not have to marry Cousin Will"
And he, the strong, true man who loves
her, takes her little sun-browned hand in
his and says:
SIS that all my Robin?"
And she, with the light of love in her
sweet eyes, looks up to him at last and
says:
~ am glad because love you, john"
30, Cousin Will, Cousin Will, why do
yon tarry~ Young Jim Arnold, running
up to Monteagle to spend Sunday with
jess, was surprised at the kind reception
he received from his lady love, whose
moods he knew not how to depend upon.
"And are you really glad l have come,
jess ~ asked the young fellow as they
wended their way through Lovers walk
towards the hall of philosophy.
sob, so glad, Jim," she said. Il wanted
so much to tell you how sorry l am that /
treated you SO mean. want to tell
you"
"And will you really consent to marry
me?" broke in the young man hastily.
"Yes," said Jess with suspicious eager
ness. "Now it is settled. l am really en-
gagged and cannot possibly marry Cousin
WILL" but Jim seemed content.
marcia, my child" said the youthful
Robin one day, when the professor had
left her to her own devices and her fam
lily for few hours, "you know that in
the absence of both father and brother it
has devolved upon me to act the part of
protector to this female family. Thus, my
dear, it has become my loving duty to
see that you are not imposed upon in any
way, not even by aristocratic millionalres
from the wild and woolly West. By con-
sulting with county records and listening
with credulity to the legends that have
been handed down from father to son unto
the oldest living inhabitant of Dallas, /
have ascertained that when quite youth
Judge Barbour was addicted to pulling
the hair of small and unsuspecting females.
1t is doubtless true, my dear sister, that his
million of dollars, his aristocratic air and
his silk hat hide a multitude of faults
particularly the silk hat-but am forced
to agree with you in your conviction that
youth devoted to such belligerent opera
tion as hair-pulling does not adumbrate a
model husband"
"Robin, will you never cease talking in
that foolish way" said Marcia at last, as
she glanced toward the path that wound
up the hill and saw Judge Barbour APP
preaching
"Do you feel equal to tramp down Big
Spring way, Miss Mordaunt," said the
Judge, as he came up, and few minutes
later, as they passed out the gates, he
said:
II am so glad you consented to come this
afternoon. My holidays will soon be over
and l want to have as many red-letter days
as possible"
"Do you 60 away soon?" asked the girl.
"Next week." he answered, "and, before
l.go, do you mind my telling you some
thing you must have known long since %
From the evident enjoyment they found
In their walk that afternoon, it is but nat
ural to suppose that Marcia did not mind,
and that he told her.
''Poor Cousin WILL" said Marcia, as she
and the Judge were returning.
rs it sin to feel grateful to him for
breaking his limb ?" asked the Judge.
'Do you know" said Robin, the next
morning at breakfast, 81 believe it to be
the duty of this elated family to indite a
document to the H. and M. notifying him
that we are all bespoke. In the homely
but expressive language of my mount
aineer, the pot-hunter, to whose generosity
and mammals small change, we are in
debted for these delicious birds, let us in
form Cousin Will that he can call off
his dogs"
"Oh, Robin" mildly interposed mamma,
whose smiling countenance denoted the
pleasure she took in the happiness of her
daughter.
"Has it ever occurred to you, Oh, my
sisters" began Robin again, after mo-
ment, "that you are indebted to me for the
smooth sailing you are having with your
love affairs. Mamma is so elated at the
wisdom of my choice that she has forgot
ten to consider what poor selections you
two have made"
''Yes, you indeed, with your stupid Pro-
fessor, penniless lad" began Marcia,
mindful of the Judges Golfers
without even long pedigree" broke
in jess, remembering Jim's family tree.
"But, in the hurry of thou ht, we are
forgetting poor cousin WILL" said Robin.
"Here, mamma" I'll get you paper and
pen IN moment; hasten the dread epistle
that he may know his DOOM"
And Cousin Will! All, Cousin Will !
Why is it, now that you are able to be out
on crutches, that you do not leave Look
out and hasten to the fair cousins at Mont
eagle? Why is it that the hours which
were at first so long and tedious to you
are now all too short? Who is the sweet
pretty little maiden whose bright eyes
gaze so innocently into yours, whose merry
voice gladdens your ears, who is ever near
to help you, to cheer you? 0, Cousin
Will, pretty faces and sweet voices and
bright smiles are dangerous company for
young man who is bespoke, and if you
do not know what is happening, the soft
breeze that fans your cheek and hers, the
trees that uplift their heads to fringe the
mountain side ridge by ridge below, the
river that sweeps In beauty the mountains
foot, the waving fields that stretch away
and beyond, even to the purple hills that
lift their everlasting heads from the soil
of seven States, these all know that you
and the winsome maid have changed
hearts.
$50 Will married his cousin after all,
said Mrs. Mordaunt when all the marri-
ages were over-Marcia's and Jessiac's and
Robins and Cousin Wills.
SLOW can that be?" asked Robin.
Marcia, do you not remember Cousin
Alan, who went away, no one knew
where?" continued Mrs. Mordaunt.
''Oh, yes, he welt West" said Marcia.
"Well, have just discovered" said MR.
Mordaunt, shat thissweet girl whom Will
has married is Cousin Alan's daughter. No
one knew it until l made the discovery"
$50 they get nncle's money" said Mar
cia.
"Oh, how nice" exclaimed Jess.
"And we are all happy" echoed the
three husbands. - Patience Oriel, in Phila-
dclphia Times.
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