The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-04-21

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gooseberries/ behind her spectacles-
For. such modern tribes as eyeglasses
were as unsuited to my mother-in-
laws fine Roman nose as q point-Iace
collar would be to'the Venus di Milo.
Icould feel her chances penetrate 70 the
very narrow of my bones; and yet
contrived to keep bold front, as
stood facing her.
1t was rather curious complication.
My mother-in-lawh had not the beast idea
who was l had cheerfni1y Intended
to take her By surprise: but now that
the eventful moment had arrived. my
courage, like that of Bob Acres, rs JEFF
ferson shows him, was oozing out at
the ends Of my fingers
My name is Richard Dalton. was
then just twenty-one, with face that
was not absolutely ugly, sublime
audacity and pockets not particularly
well-lined, and had just distinguished
myself by running away with pretty
girl from boarding-schooL
But Dick" she had demonstrated,
we've nothing to live on"
Don't be q goose, darling" had been
my reply. "What do people need to
live on? All the wants of this world,
more or less. are Fictitious. crust of
bread and q glass of water three times
day, and now and then suit of
clothes-we must be poor, indeed, If
we can't manage to compass that"
Nettie had looked admiringly upon
me, and acquiesced in my argument
We had taken board at-the Angel Hill
hotel, and began our honeymoon rayal-
ly, At the end of month, mine host
had become little approximate on the
subject of his %bifL and Nettie's
mother had written letter to her. sig
nifying that she wanted nothing what
ever to do with u.s. We had made our
own bed. she signifed, and now we
might lie on it.
"Oh, Dick" cried Nettie, clasping
her hands: What are we to DOR
Hanged il knowl" was my rather
blank response. "But don't cry. dar-
ling, I'll go and see her myself"
"You, Dick"
81, myself.
4..SheM have nothing to say to you
.sShe can't help herself
Shell turn you ont of doors"
well see about that"
But Dicl, you don't know-you
can't have any idea -how terrible she
is" sighed Nettie.
Saint George conquered the dragon,
my love-" / asserted, cheerfully, s'and
Imean to conquer your mother! So
pack my valisc. there's darling, and
I'll be off before the landlord comes
back from Boston!'
But. Dick, if he's tronb lesome. what
can 1 say to hima" appealed poor little
frightened Ncttie.
Tell him I've gone out of town, and
shall be back in few days." said l,
confidently.
But valiantly as spoke, my mental
sensations by no means corresponded
with this bold part. / was beginning
dimly to realize what very unwise
step had taken, and also persuaded
poor Nettie to take. And was secret
ly making up my mind that il Nettie's
mother refused to receive us, / would
ship myself off to sea as second-mate
or third purser, or something of that
sort, send my advance wages to my
poor little wife, and commence the
world over again in this irregular FASH
ion.
But when walked resolutely up to
my mother-in-law's door, she greeted me
rs If i had been expected for the last
week or so.
You've come, have your. was the
salutation.
''Well, yes" admitted, 1--WE come"
"What on earth detained you?" said
she.
In my mind cast about what to say,
and settled on the first convenient ex-
cuse that came into my head.
"The train was delayed at Boyle
town." said'I.
"Well come in, now that you're
here" she said, land get warm. It's