Nevada County picayune., 1891-10-15
WinKiE'S WEDDING.

It was Winklereid WendalFs we'd ding day. Everybody knew that he was to be married that morning in St. Johns church. Likewise every body was pleased; for both Wlnkie and Della Deplaine were quite popu- lar therefore there was no demur- ring, unless it was among the young men, who felt it little because they would be unable to waylay Winkie between the church and the depot and make him properly celebrate.
 The brides toilet is generally con sidcred far more important item at a fashionable wedding than the bride groom's, but in this case it was diff fercnt
 Not that Winkie indulged in any thing especially fancy on this ocea- sion. His sult was the conventional black, but, like Samson, the point where he came out strong was his hair.
 When at length he was arrayed he looked himself over in his dressing glass and voted the reflection per feet, all but the hair; that was too long.
 "It will have to be cut, '" he decid- ed The barber is only across the street. I'll run over this minute. "
 "You'll have to hurry then" put in his sister Belle, who was trotting in and out of his room in her stylish bridesmaids costume. "The carri- ages are coming, and it lacks but half an hour of the appointed time. v
 "Ill get there, never fear" cried Winkie slipping on an old coat and hat and making rush for the bar ber's, where, fortunately, he found the artist unengaged.
 "Cut my hair quick" he erred brcathlessly.
 Clippers smiled little slyly and set his machine so that the stubble on all parts of Winkie's head was les, than the thousandth part of au inch in length when he sprang be- fore the glass to admire himself. i Worse than all, the pure white cuticle which covered Winkie's skull was several shades winter than that which was spread over his features
 "You son of Africa." shouted Winlie, in a rage, what did you cut my hair like that for?'
 "You ordained me to cut it to tho quick, sah,' replied Clippers, show Ing his ivory Il couldn't cut il any closer widout I skinned your skull, sah.
 Winkie couldn't wait to kill hin just then, but with an "Ill see yot later" feeling in his breast he madC for the street, where he encountered one of his friends on the way to the wedding.
 "Got your hair cut;" he asked with grin.
 Its none of your business if have, retorted Winkie,
 Belle had just entered one of tho carriages to be drlven to the bride residence. as he reached the door.
 "Wcll, now, rather think you've got your hair cut, /" she said, anC laughed outright.
 "I've got a right to get my hail cut for all of you, guess" he re turned, savagely.
 Winkleried's pet bantam wal standing upon the walk as he hasten ed up to the steps.
 He kicked at her angrily.
 She sprang agilely aside,
 "Got your hair cut! Got your haiI cut :" she cackled, shriIly.
 Winkie made a dive at his pet pull let, intending to devote enough time to her to diyest her of her pIGmaS' at the very least, but his foot slipped upon bit of ice and he fell and h' struck his face upon the corner of step and almost drove his nasal or gan up into his brain.
 He audibly groaned as he picked himself up. and tue driver of tho waiting carriage responded with | !