Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1891-11-14
WINKIE'S WEDDING.

1t was Winklereid Wendars we'd
ding day. Everybody knew that he
was to be married that morning in st.
Johns church. Likewise everybody
was pleased; for both Wrinkle and Della
Deplaine were quite popular. there
fore there was no demuring. unless it
was among the young men. who felt it
a lite because they would be unable to
waylay Wrinkle between the church
and the depot and make him properly
celebrate.
The brides toilet is generally con-
1 sidered a far more important item at
fashionable wedding than the bride
groom's, but in this case it was diff
/ ferent
/ When at length he was arrayed, he
/ looked himself over in his dressing
glass and voted the reflection perfect.
! all but the hair; that was too long.
1t will have to be cut he decided.
The barber is only across the street.
4 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 carriages
are coming and it lacks but half an
/ hour of the appointed time
IN get there, never fear,n cried
Wrinkle, slipping on an old coat and
hat and making rush for the BARRIERS,
where, fortunately, he found the artist
unengaged.
Cut my hair. quickr' he cried,
breathlessly.
Clippers smiled little slyly and
| set his machine so that the stubble on
all parts of Wrinkles head was less
than the thousandth part of an inch in
length when he sprang before the
glass to admire himself
Worse than all, the pure white Gu
ticle which covered Wrinkles skull was
several shades whittier than that which
was spread over his features.
You son Of African shouted Wink
lie, in rage, what did you cut my
/ hair like that for?n
You ordained me to cut it to the
I quick, sab. replied Clippers, showing
/ his ivory. Il couldn't cut it any
closer widout I'd skinned your skull,
sab"
4 Winkie couldn't wait to kill him Just
I then. but with an IN see you later
feeling in his breast he made for the
4 street where he encountered one of
his friends on the way to the wedding.
Got your hair cut?" he asked with
a grin Its none Of your business. if
have retorted Winkie. Belle had
/ just entered one of the carriages to be
| driven TO the brides residence, as he
I reached the door.
We'll, now, rather think you've
got your hair cut, she said, and
laughed outright.
I've got a right to get my hair cut
for all of you, l guess, he returned,
savagely.
Winklereid's pet bantam was stand
ing upon the walk as he fastened to
the steps.
He kicked at her angrily. She
sprang agilely aside. Got your hair
cut! Got your hair cutn' she cackled
shrilly. Winkie made a dive at his
pet pullet intending to devote enough
time 10 her TO divest her OF her plu-
mage at the very least but his foot
slipped upon bit of ice and he fell
and struck his face upon the corner of
q step and almost drove his nasal or
gan up into his brain.
He audibly groanel as he picked
himself up and the driver of the
waiting carriage responded with
hoarse laugh. Winkie gained the hall,
| triple-bolted the door. and climbed the
stairs, leaving trail oil blood behind
| him.
Ten valuable minutes were spent in
bathing his injured proboscis, ten
more in changing his stained linen,
and readiusting his wedding garments.
Winkie then looked into the glass and
nearly tainted.
A veritable comic valentine stood
before him. His nose was larger than
all the rest Of his head, with the real
old bruiser tinge to it. His head was
as white and shining as that Of white
marble statue. Il can't leave this
room in ten days" he muttered.
But few seconds reflection showed
him that he must not desert Della at
the very altar. He hustled into his
outer coat and pulled his hat thief
fashion, low down over his eyes ran
down stairs, gave few directions to
the driver, and started.
He intended to stop at celebrated
hair dressers and purchase wig. He
found his man eager for a customer.
Il want you to fit a black, curly wig
lpon my head at once" cried Winkse,
throwing shame to the Winds II am
Winklereid Wendall. this is my
wedding day. am ten minutes be-
hind time now"
mot the bridegroom of the st.
Johns church weddingP" Yes. Hurry
up. eDtreat you" What price do
you wish to payP" II don't care
picayune only get It here sometime
The hairdresser stepped to side door,
gave few directions to some one,
and then returned and requested
Wrinkle to be seated. while he covered
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