Connecticut western news., 1892-10-20
A GHOSTLY BRIDAL.

The stagecoach which ran between Paris and Marseilles had just reached Grenoble, when the young Baron de Saint Andre climbed up to the front seat.
 Here he found good looking fellow of his own age, and straightway the two became great friends. At the end of an hour they began exchanging con- fidences after the manner of youth.
 The scion of noble stock was on his way to Paris, to buy an officers brevet, so as to serve his country, as his ances- tors had done before him; the other, who was the son of 8 rich tradesman, was also bound for Paris, for the pur- pose, however, of marrying an heiress, the daughter of an old friend of his father.
 "It ia an even thingr' cried the young baron laughingly. "A mere money mat ter for each of us. The little god Cupid has no more concern in your business than in miner'
 "There you mistake" returned the other. "I have never seen Sylvia, but I fell in love with her, once and forever, the first time I laid eyes upon her DOT trait. Judge for yourself"
 He opened 8 tortoise shell case, and Saint Andre exclaimed admiringly:
 "What an angell Indeed, my dear fellow, you are very fortunate to have that charming, dainty creature picked out for you"
 "I do not complain" said the bride .,1. o4 r 4 sleep, if this miserably, jolting concern will allow me. am expected to break fast at my future father-in-law's as soon as reach Paris, and as shall then be presented to my betrothed I want to look as well as possible"
 At the end of three days and two nights the heavy stagecoach numbered into the metropolis and the two travel CTS went to the nearest hotel and en- gagged two rooms, intending to take little rest. Saint Andre had just thrown himself upon the bed when he heard deep groans in the next room, and on rushing in found his late companion rolling on the floor in agonies of pain The servants were summoned, physi- clan was brought in and the latter de- clared that the patient was suffering from acute collie, which had probably been contracted before he left home and had been aggravated by the fatigue of the journey. He pronounced the mala- dy very serious one, and so it proved, for, in spite of every care, the youth ex- pired at the end of an hour.
 Saint Andre was overwhelmed by the catastrophe, and when he found that he could do nothing more for his friend he stood gazing sadly at the hfeless clay which lay on the narrow bed in the bare hotel room. Poop fellowi So young, so gay, looking forward to bright future and now snatched away without warn ingl What would the fair bride-eiect say when she heard of this tragedy? Saint Andre dreaded the bearing of the sad news to the family, but there was no one else to perform the errand, and so he set off, carrying with him the dead youths satchel.
 When he reached the stately mansion the front door flew open and two foot l men in livery came to meet him. One relieved him of his satchel, the other | took his hat and cloak and voice was heard exclaiming joyfully: Monsieur, here is your son-in-law at l lastp'
 Dear fellowi" cried little, fat, white haired man, rushing into the hall, "let me embrace youP" and he olasped the newcomer rapturously to his heart. As soon as he could get his breath Saint Andre said hurriedly: Pardon me, sir, but | Il pardon you for being late," inter rupted the other. Look, it is 12 o'clock, and breakfast is growing cold. Come in and see my daughter. The little puss has been watching the clock for hours, and is all impatient to meet you" He pulled the young man into the breakfast room as he spoke, and with out pausing an instant added, My wife, Uncle Dorival, Aunt Dolarice, here is the son-in-law at last; Sylvia, my child, bid him welcome"-
 'I beg pardon, sir," cried Saint Andre, but again his host interrupted him.
 Don't tell me that you wish to draw back at the last moment, my dear fel- low! Everything has been arranged by my esteemed friend, your father, but if you have any objection to urge will hear it later, bad news can always keep. Now let us sit down to breakfast at once and be merry. Sit by me, son-in-law and give me your opinion of this pigeon bisque."
 The visitor was young and very hun gry, having lasted since midnight. The shock of his companions sudden death had unnerved him somewhat, and so for the time being he yielded to the force ot circumstances.
 Come what will" he said to himself II cannot bear to put dampener upon the joy of these good people; at least not until they have had their break fast"
 He joined therefore in the genera merriment, smiled sweetly upon blush ing Sylvia, the bride-elect, and replied
 unhesitatingly to his supposed futur
 father-in-law's inquiries.
 "How is your Aunt Ar1nande, m
 sonY" asked the old man suddenly. ''
 remember her as 8 charming young wC
 man; when was twenty came nea
 falling in love with herl We must kee
 her in good graces, for she will leave
 snug little fortune to her nephew"
 "Dear auntf' exclaimed the youth
 tone of deep affection; "I hope sh
 will enjoy life for many, many yea,
 longer" and his pious wish was reward
 cd with a tender rlance from Sylvia