The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1896-05-13

wicked to marry one man thinking so
much of another"
"Il never see Willy again, an I'll
make Peter faithful wife. I've to
pay for my own foolishness, like many
one before me-"
/ found it impossible to move Jane
from this position, and after time
saw the futility of my efforts and gave
up. All the following week Jane went
about looking like Medea, or some
other heroine of tragedy. 1t made
me quite wretched to see her. She
had stipulated for the quietest of wed.
dings, as she was not going to leave
me till, as she said, ] was suited.
Peter, apparently, was quite content
with this arrangement.
"He'll just come an CO." said Jane,
"an' be no more trouble than before.
I'll slip out 20 the early mass an be
married, an come back in time to get
the breakfast. I'd rather, if you
please, m, there wasn't any talk about
it. I'd like it to be KEEP as quiet as
possible till after I'm out of the
house"
We respected James wish, except
that INSISTED on paying for her mod.
est wedding gown and bonnet.
1 got up on the Sunday morning to
assist at James wedding toilet and
send her off with all possible good
wishes. AS soon as saw her 1 knew
she hadn't slept all night. Her rud.
diness had faded to q dull yellow, with
purple streaks in her cheeks. There
were rings round her eyes, and her as.
pect was supremely wretched. Even
then was moved to make last ap.
peal to her; but she only shook her
head dumbly. l watched her go forth
much as she might have gone to her
execution.
An hour later she came back in a
cab, and alone. The household was
scarcely stirring, but 1 was at the
door to receive the poor bride. Her
veil was pulled down over her face,
but there was something odd about
her figure aud her step. Was it Joy
She certainly stepped lightly and
briskly, and dismissed the cabman
with an airy gesture very unlike the
Jane who had gone forth. Once in
side the hall and the door shut upon
her, she subsided into chair. She
flung up her veil suddenly and rs sud-
denly began to laugh, though the tears
were running down her cheeks.
"Why, jane" 1 said-'or I suppose
l ought to say Mrs. Fry-this Is a
changei What in the name of good
ness are you laughing at?'
For James laughter had increased
to such q violence that at first ]
thought it was bad fit of hysteria.
At last she gasped out:
"No more Mrs. Fry than you are,
ma'am, begging your pardon, an
never will be now, thank God"
Well, the explanation of this re.
markable affair was that when Jane
had stood up with her oaf to be mar.
ried by Father Dempsey, and when
Peter was required to say if he would
take this woman for his lawful welded
wife, instead of 81 WILL" the reply
was, ''That requires lot O. thinkin'
OIL" Whatever the creature had got
into his whether he was jealous
of James other swain, or, as people
said, had been joled by some facetious
members of the Workingmen's Club
into asserting his independence
never transpired. After Jane had
listened minute or two in stupefied
amazement to Father Dempsey's
efforts to make her bridegroom behave
properly, she took the matter into her
own hands. "There'll be no marriage
to-day, Father" she said, "An' sorry
/ am for exposing your Reverence to
this mans folly" And SO saying, she
walked with dignity from tho altar
rails. t
She afterward confded to me that
it was only respect for his Reverence
and the sacred edihce kept her from
giving Peter Il wipe on the ugly face
of him that 'ud send half his teeth
down his throat. "Let him show
himself in my kitchen" she declared,
vlndictively, can he'll get a mark
he'll carry to his grave"
Next day heard Jane singing like
lark, and was not surprised a little
later by a shamefaced request that
she might have company for tea.
"'Tis Willy, the poor boy" she
said. ~ sent him word yesterday of
what had happened, an glad enough
he was to come an mako it up"
A little later lost James invaluable
services. l see her occasionally, and
she is very happy-happier than she
has any right to be, she says herself,
seeing she was so near to hinging
away her happiness. don't think
the wretched Fry ever put himself
within reach of James avenging finger
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