The San Francisco call., 1895-11-14
band played in that bay.window. We had

"There was nine pieces" observed Ma
mics sister, who was to have been brides
maid.
"Then we had fine supper upstairs in
the fat next door (Mr. Leffernan's), and
everybody had good time anyhow"
"Did you see him Sunday at all?" was
asked.
"Yes, in the morning. That is, didn't
see him after he left, but he promised to
be around again at o'clock that morning.
That was most 8 o'clock Sunday morning.
We had lot of wedding presents. That
lamp was one. Jess. bring them in"
Two big grocery boxes came in.
'They packed them away because I
didn't want to see them," explained
Mamie as the dishes, the glass water
pitcher with beautiful marguerites painted
all over it, and the rest of the pretty
things came out of wrappers. The pres
ents were certain evidence of popularity.
"P'raps you'd like to see the wedding
dress, " the bride remarked, and Miss Jen-
ME brought the pretty creation in pink
with loose chiffon front and beaded
revers.
mime is just like it." explained the dis
''stand up" with her sister.
Yes, everything was ready" Miss
Mamie declared. "The license was out.
and jim left it here with the wedding ring
for fear his folks would tear it up and we
couldn't get married. 1 don't think it was
Jim's fault so much as his folks and
especially that fght-cat of sister of his.
But then he always said his folks couldn't
say who he'd marry. MY mother said to
him one night. Jim, | hear your folks is
fighting because you're going to marry
Name and he said, We'll, what good
will it do emp
Hes been going with me for over four
years, ever since left school. Four of us
started going together-me and my sister
and that young lady over there and Ma
mie Farrell up on the hill-and four fell
lows. The others got to fighting, but Jim
and | stuck together and we fixed the we'd
ding day three months ago. We had fat
all fixed up on Scotch Hill and here | am
yet"
Mrs. Connors came in and helped tell
the story.
"Oh, we don't want anything in the
papers about it. but then what's going
round, with everybody talking, is worse
than the papers," said the well-built
mother of the abandoned bride.
AZ look at it this way; we didn't lose
much. Suppose his folks did oppose it.
He's 90 years old and he's his own boss,
and after him coming here two years-that
is two years in this house-and setting up
with Mamie that very night till II o'clock
anyhow it was when l went to bed and
he was setting right there where you are
now-I say if he goes off now, if his folks
did object, it s no great loss. But we don't
want to say much"
II don't believe he was to blame" pat
in Mamie.
"Oh, you can't see any of his FAULTY,
We hear that he was drugged, and All
sorts OF things, but we don't know any,
thing, and don't know whatll happen if
he should come back. and l s'pose he will
some time. They cut up his good clothes
Sunday, hear, but he was free that day,
for he was seen on a car at o'clock by
man that wouldn't belle him. Her father
went up there Sunday evening when he
didn't come and they slammed the door in
his face. They had a good time at the
wedding, anyhow, and now we'll just have
to watt
So the bride waits quite cheerfully
with her wedding dress and her wedding
presents for n chance to leave the rope
walk and move into the little fiat on Scotch
Hill, and otherwise" the wedding was a
great success.
The woe in the case is in the Daily home.
When you go to see the Dalys YOU climb a
tremendously long flight of stairs from
wi 2iarro or ,,4o
dicular rocky bluff to where Michigan
street seems to sleep on top of hill.
Down Michigan, past q few cottages and
few goats, is little cul de sac, and at
the end OF it. right on the edge of
hundred-foot precipace, is little old cot
tage with three struggling additions, and
with vines, rose bushes and asters crowd
ing the little bit of front yard in an old
fashioned careless style. In the coy little
parlor, with its piano, sofa, pictures, it's
framed diploma that tells that one of the
Daily family graduated from a CONNER
cial school, and with its many ornamental
treasures that suggest a nice refinement,
Mrs. Daily told why Jim should not marry
Mamie Connors. She is quite aged now.
and it is plain that if Jim marries his
atfianced there will be broken hearts up
there in the little cottage.
"My boy has gone away and he's not
been drugged," she said. 81 don't want
to say a word against anybody, no matter
what lies they tell. but we don't want Jim
to marry into such family. Jim got to
know her when he got to going to dances,
and it was Ixora Hall one night and B. B.
Hall another-gentlemen two-bits, ladies
free-and that's the sort of girl she is.
That amt the sort of a girl for Jim to
marry or to come into our family. We're
very strict Catholics, and last Sunday I
asked Father o. Connor if he was going to
marry my boy without confession and the
holy sacrament, and he said the confession
would do.
1.-THE boy didn't get home Sunday morn
ing till 8 o'clock, where he ought to have
been fasting since II and getting ready for
the sacrament. On Sunday 1 told him
that he was forgetting his religion very
early, that if he was going to marry that
girl he could pack up his things and leave
us forever. His brother and his sisters
talked to him and his father laid down the
law to him. No; if he comes back to us
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