The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-12-03
The Wooing d cusndoline Phyllis
Mcclure and Hmmin ster Casey

ssss.s was q sDelut1Tul night IN Harlem.
they stood in the lul king shadows of
4 the conservatory at the Chateau de
l D1c {. uire. He drew the fair, yielding
form of the girl he loved to his bosom
and q kissed her with logged resolution.
GWendolin Phyllis Mcclure did not
put aside the love of Administer Casey;
she was thirty years old end too fly for
that. Besides, she was stuck on him.
The dear girl merely rearranged her
( face&5o that sAXminst could get 1t,
and lay without resistance in the arms
OF her lover
1t was a beautiful picture, and the
flowers that stood about and gazed up-
%on it thought SO to the roots of their
petals; otherwise they lay dead and
didn't do a thing. ii
:sHow about the old man e asked
Administer, as he disentangled his
countenance from that of his adored
seek to confer the kibOsh on our nup-
tials ~ And his tones We're hard.
There was time" murmured
Gwendo lin, when he threatened to trun
ID boots into you if you presumed to
an objects no more.
@ 'sAn' your brudder?" asked Axmin-
ster; what said that skate to our
union q
He amt sayin' a woir. sighed
GWendolin. That duffer, though he
be ME brudder, amt got no pull WI
me, and he's dead on, see?'
iS 's'Tis WELL" muttered Administer,
else would have I kicked in de suck
er's Stats. Well. love, then we wed
mex Chuesday. I'll hasten to me West
chester home an arlsnge me game. = :
sE II.
Harlem was agog. 1t was the fate.
full Tuesday; the Chateau de Mcguire
was a blaze of lights. Gwendolin
Phyllis Mcclure, the proud heiress of
the house, clad in her bridal garments,
awaited her betrOthed, Administer Ca
seY.
s The guests assembled; the preacher
was there, ready, nay eager to umpire
the play, but Administer Casey did not
appear. VA
f5 'sThinkest thou this snoozer organizes
to give us d. laugh?" Missed the veneer
able Patrick Mcclure into the ears Of
his daughter.
@ Gwendolin Phyllis Mcclure stood
pale and frozen.
Il know not" she replied; 'sbut to-
day. as gazed from me window be-
held a cross-eyed man who piped me
also even as he passed. Father, I fear
hOodo.
Hour followed hour into the past.
Administer Casey came not. The
guests whispered, one to another that
Administer had thrun the McGuires
ri r 0,r 1<01y +I,N r>x,< 0I,o 49,
the stand in the bay window.
:;sThe fateful hour has come" he
cried. Play ball!'' III
And then, when Administer Casey
still continued scarce, the preacher de-
clared the nuptials to be in favor Of
GWendolin Phyllis Mcclure by d score
of 8 to 0, and the wondering guests dis
pefsed. AS the last Of the company
slammed the front door. Gwendolin
Phyllis Mcclure fell sobbing upon the
bosom of her parent.
Neep not my child" said the elder
Mcguire. as lie softly stroked the hair
of his darling. Weep not; I have on
me dress salt, girl, an your tears amt
doin' a ting to me tree sheet, SCI?
What are shirt fronts to a broken
heart mcaned the desolate Gwendo-
lin. Father, your kid has been in
suited. A Mcclure has been made a
monkey of be base-born Casey. an
the conundrum now is, do youse stand
for it ~ a Re-
Let us go back a handful Of hours.
IT was 6 o'clock p. m. The Westchest-
er Huckleberry Express drew up pant
ing at the station. Administer Casey
sprung to the platform It was his
wedding night. In two; hours, did
naught occur to gum the cards or de-
lay the game, GWendolin Phyllis Nc
CURE would hear his name.
What is the sight that sends the
maddened blood to hold mass meet
ing in the face of the fond Administer?
It is the willowy form of the beautiful
GWendolin. She has come to the train
to meet him.
As he seizes his betrothed in his
arms she gives the veil of her life. 1t
is not GWendolin Phyllis Mcclure.
Sing that song to the sergeant" said
the policeman ''TEat's all right about
youse taking the loidy for your steady.
but it don't go, see ~
And so. on his wedding night, AK
minister Casey didn't get a thing but
the collar.
LAS he sat in his narrow cell, his face
hurled in his hands, Administer Casey
bad but one thought. What would
Gwendolin Phyllis Mcclure think?
How would she size up his play? These
We're his bitter meditations.
AT 2o'clock a. III. the turnkey made
his dreary rounds. .
~ G i've me a drink, caitiffr.n said AK
minister Casey, foc grief had made him
afhirst B.
Ill give you drink, nit, was the
brutal response.
xminster Casey sank back, and the
long, slow right wore on.
".
But one lamp burned dinly in the
panelled library Of the Chateau de. Nc
guire 1T was Wednesday night, fol
lowing the fiat-out Of Gwendolin Phyl-
lis McGuire's hopes. 81
There was a shutting step oil the
porch. 5
~ hoover it is 3 murmured the grief
stricken Gwendolin, from the easy
chair where she sat bowed with her
great sorrow, whoever the sucker is,
give him a chase;;I would see no one
Tonight z
ssIt's; Administer Casey.n whisnered