St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-08-19
she WAS BOSS.
1GaaaoeA tAe wedding WltAoat tAe Delp
n tho Green.

q tAo Oreon.
There was . creaking Of boots upoE
the stairs and stunning at the door
Then the door yawned and . woman
blew into the room. She brought some
thing with her. Twas . man, stubby
little chap, with light hair and limo
cent blue eyes He WAS . Swede, and
she-she was great, strapping woman
who could have lugged the man under
her arm like = rolling-pin. She may
have lugged him up stairs, but she
merely showed him into the room ahead
of her and closed the door. Then-bu,
wait, let's understand where we are
The scene was in . brokers' Office In
Portland. . few days ago. and this &C
count is absolutely veracious.
This broker has been . clergyman
but he now attends to nothing in . pro
fessional way except occasional matri'
monial transactions
Now the W. nan again! Said she,
after she had (eked the little mau
away in the shel6l of her amplitude:
1--WE want to geaH married. Can you
az us?"
IN try It," responded the broker
"Just excuse me until run out and gel
. certificate"
''Sit down. why don't your and the
woman snapped the little man into q
chair, making handle Of his arm. The
three msn who were seated about the
Office commenced to take . vast amount
of interest in this meek little man and
this 0rim. big woman.
The silence was unbroken until the
brokers' return.
Snow please step forward" said he.
'Stand up" and the big woman actu.
ally yanked the little man to his feet
by twist Of the arm.
Take hold Of hands, please" sug.
gested the presiding officer. Il be
came evident that the Swede could not
understand English, but the woman
had enough business in her to supply
all deficiencies The man stood stock
still. his face wreathed in . vacuou.
smile.
Lets have your hand" said the
bride, reaching for the limpy pendant
arm. The groom stuck forward, hesi-
tatingly, the wrong hand.
"Naw, not that one" snarled the
woman impstiently. and she snatched
the hand farthest from her, twisting
the little chap about
"Will you have this woman," eta
No answer.
''Say yes" snapped the woman In .
stage prompter's whisper.
The groom's vacuous eyes rolled mp
toward his companions frixzles. and he
huskily suffered:
"E-E-'essir.
The brides reply was unmistakable.
Eyes sir, WILL" quoth she, and the
knot was tied. Then there was a little
prayer. the brokers standing about
and mingling with the fervent amen
came . question from the business end
of the new partnership. She asked:
''Now, what's the damage?"
"Oh, about five dollars"
TOO much" very decisively. "Yos
amt earnt it."
'Well, give me what you've . mind
TO-"
Here's three dollars, and IL.
enough. 1t didn't take you 1--WE min
utes."
She walked toward the door, but the
little man stood still in the center Of
the room. The woman took two strides
back and seized her newly-aequired
property by the hand.
Come along" she snapped, and she
whirled the little chap ON his heel with
. vehemence that startled the wit
nesscA
The echo Of footsteps had died away
upon the stairs before . word was said
in the brokers' Office. Then the mar
with the gray mustache said with
long-tlrswn sigh:
''Oh. Lord, what . woman!'-Lewis
ton Journal.