The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1893-07-08
a WEDDING PRESENT.

Tom Eyerton is nothing but a
tinker,o' said old Mr.. Spicer. Hes no
match for you, Ianthe, and won't
permit you to marry him. n ri ~
S ...Why, pa, I don't know what you
moan by calling a clerk In hardware
store a tinker,'' sobbed Ianthe Spicer.
But if he was a gypsy couldn't help
loving him. - !.
| And you'd so about mending pots
and cans and telling fortunes with him,
Il presume said Mr.. Spicer. ''Then
you might; not q dollar should you have
from me-
''Oh, pa" sighed Ianthe. money
wouldn't trouble me, but to have you
angry with me would. Please forgive
us" .-~' = - -.---..
IS II forgive you,'' said Mr. Spicer, land
you must never see the fellow again.
# Poor Ianthe burst into sobs and left
the room with her face hidden in her
pocket-handkerchief. r>. =,
6 The night before, after a long and
hard fight against Mr.. Spicer's preju-
dices, after doing everything to con-
vince him that he was worthy Of his
daughter. Tome had met Ianthe at
their usual rendezvous-a lonely. little
park where no one ever went in the
evening, had produced pistol, and
vowed then and there to take his life
II Ianthe did not swear to marry
+ Aim in spite Of her father, if he would
not give consent.
II cannot live without you,' Tom de-
clared. ''And I'd rather die on the
spot than by slow degrees so here
goes -@ <-...
He produced a pistol. Ianthe
screamed and promised to make one
more effort to soften her father, and
if that failed, to do as Tom desired.
& I'm sure he will forgive me when
he knows he cannot help it, she said.
mot for the moneys sake, but because
: love him.
>''An right said Tom. money is not
my object. I shall get on very well,
I'm sure, and no thanks to any one"
! So the promise was given. Ianthe
had tried the softening process with the
result recorded. Again she tried it.
Late at night she crept into her fathers
room and knelt down beside his bed.
whats that?" cried the old gentle
man, as she put her hand upon his
cheek. "Eh-what's that?"
Me- sobbed Isanthe, emotion max
ing her ungrammatical. won't you let
me marry Tom, papa? Not give us
any money, but just your br-br-
blessing -" a.. - :
saTs.. Yo11' IL drive ME mad with your folly;;s
Ianthe!'' cried the indignant parent,
waking me just as I was dreaming
that I had bought land in the moon
and had struck oil-to talk about your
young tinker. Go to bed and say your
prayers, and ask to be made an obedi-
ent daughter to the best father that
ever was tormented into his grave"
And poor Ianthe kissed him very
tenderly, and went away, and in her
own room sat down and Frote a let
: ter:
':Dear Papa,-To-night I shall spend
at Selma Hulls. At eight tomorrow
shall be married to poor Tom.
II never would have done it if he
had not sworn to kill himself Che had
a pistol and it was loaded).
My heart is breaking. Please for
~ give me. I love, love, love you, x
Where I put the cross is KISS not for
goodbye, only for au revoir.
aa. ''Your ever affectionate daughter,
'Ianthe.' -
Then she put on her hat and cape,
took her travelling bag in her hand,
and went out into the night.
About o'clock a. M. Mrs. Burridge,
the housekeeper, came down stairs,
and saw Ianthe's door on the crack.
Peering in, she perceived that the bed
had not been slept in, and that the
IN
what had happened. Ianthe's letter
was on the pillow. Mrs. Burridge
seized upon it, and putting on her eye
! glasses, read it over twice.
sThe artful thing!'' she said. ~She
. knows her father will post after her,
B full speed, as soon as he reads this.
He win get there just as she is married.
& She'll go on her knees, he'll threaten
! bit, and then cry and forgive ier.
{ [ know him-and it's best for him not
to get this letter.
Then she tore the little note into
small pieces, and went aboalt her morn
ing tasks. ~
1t was half-past eight o'clock before
she rung the breakfast bell, and not
until some time had elapsed did Mr..
Spicer send the maid upstairs to call
Miss 1anthe. ~s0e-=z- - SO '-@~*7>:' "
The maid came down stairs to say
I that Miss Ianthe had not been to bed
4 and confusion followed.
The maid was greatly touched when
Did Mr.. Spicer put his head down and
Wept, crying: -< 4
without a word! II she had only
/ left a line to- tell me all about it and
Il ask my pardon, I would have forgiven
her, but now, neyer-never"
0 He was very, very wretched.
However, Mrs. Burridge rejoiced
For a long while she had felt that but
for Ianthe she might become the Sec
ond Mrs Spicer. = g., =. r.:
Had not Mr.. Spicer spoken of her as
d fine-l looking woman? .#f - :
Once when Ianthe had been abroad
& he had paid her a compliment on her
complexion. gs ssssssz 1sszzs
IT hate. the minx!'' she said to her.
self. ..She shall never enter these
doors again. will rule here where l
I have served so long. I will be rich
nfuential-happy. Who cares for
] her?' IS s.ss .5.
Old Mr. Spicer waited week for
a Denitent letter, and every day his