The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1890-07-25

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Frank seemed to think of me
than ever, and / often found his card
upon my return from a professional
call. Cine evening he came and
found me at leisure.
$50 glad to find you in, Doctor"
he said; ave come to be congratu-
lated. l am going to marry the
dearest girl in the world, and want
you, my best friend, to wish me JOY"
/ did congratulate him heartily
and asked if l knew the lady.
"No. l think not" he replied.
"She is Miss Mildred Faye, q men,
Der of the company at-theatre.
Don't look so surprised. Not anicer
girl lives. A breath of SANDER has
never touched her name. Her father
died when she was about 1S-just
out of school. He was thought to
be very well off-the family had al
ways lived in good style-but at his
death his wife and two daughters
found themselves almost penniless.
Not even their home belonged to
them. Mrs. Faye, a delicate little
body, unused to work of any kind,
had no idea as to how they were to
make a living, SO Mildred had to
take the lead. Kate, three or four
years younger than she, must be
kept in school, and the three must be
provided, somehow, with food, cloth
ing and shelter. Mildred had been
fairly educated, but not thoroughly
enough to attempt teaching, so she
determined to go upon the stage.
She had a good deal of experience in
amateur theat1icals, and had been
warmly praised for her acting. / had
heard of Miss Faye's talent, but
never happened to see her.
At the beginning of this season.
Mildred got her present position. A
very good one, if she was going to
remain upon the stage, which she's
not, you know. She is going to
marry me two weeks from to-day. I
want you and Mrs. Keene to come to
the wedding. Only the family, a
young lady friend of Mildred's and
my dear old partner will be there.
The rooms are too small to have any
one else. We goaway atonce. Mrs.
Faye and Kate will take posression
of our house, which l am busy fur
nishing. You know I've never had
much of home, and I feel awfully
happy over the prospect of having
such a nice mother and sister and
the sweetest wife in the world. And
now good-by. Don't forget the
day!" And the happy fellow went
away as if walking on air.
The appointed hour found myself
and wife knocking at the door ofMrs.
Faye's coy little fiat. Frank pre-
scented US to his future mother and
the minister-Mr. Haines, Franks
partner, w knew already-and then
stepped to the door of the nextroom
and handed out the bride, who was
followed by her sister and her friend.
The bride wore a simple white gown
with a veil falling over herface. Miss
Duncan, a pretty blonde, was in
blue. Kate Faye, a slip of a girl.
dark haired and dark eyed wore
pink. The minister soon made the
happy pair one, and after the BRIDES
mother and the young ladies had
kissed and cried over her a little
while my wife and 1 stepped for ward
to be presented and offer our con-
gratulations.
The new Mrs. Howard was all that
her lovers fond fancy had painted
her. A graceful girl of medium
height, with soft brown eyes, q love-
ly complexion, a sweet mouth about
which played pretty dimples, and
wavy brown hair worn in heavy
coil at the back of a shapely head,
and falling in tiny rings upon a low,
white brow. When my name was
mentioned she looked up with a deep
blush, which quickly receding left her
very pale. In q low musical voice
whose tones were strangely familiar
to my ear, she thanked us for u
good wishes.
After some simple refreshments the
bride went away to put on her tray
cling dress. and as they were about
to depart / stood beside her for a
moment. She turned TO speak to
her husband, and I saw what answer
ed my question. "Where had / heard
that voice?" just below the left a
a tiny, star shaped spot, show
ing white through the rosy blush
called up by her husbands tone and
They went away a happy couple
and returned more in love, if possible,
with each other than before. have
been settled, as ou know, in this place
for a number of years. l don't e
Frank Howard very often nowadays,
but our friendship has suffered nc
change. lido not know though wheth-
er he and his wife, devoted as they are
to each other, have exchanged con-
fdences on the mustache question or
no. They have made no sign. Nei-'
Their have Mrs. Juliette M. Babbitt'
in Gotham Monthly.
Her Duel with the Doctor.
An extraordinary duel is reported
In have taken nlace in Vienna A