Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1896-06-05

SHY, where he is studying for the
church. He seems q very nice young
man, not at all solemn, as one would
think. and he plays tennis lovely. He
returns to Cambridge tomorrow"
''Um!" reflected old Monrough, as he
read the letter. That's more like It,
now! But I'd rather she didn't marry
o parson. Still, if they knock their
I heads together, 1 won't stand in the
way. I'll give her plenty of money,
and" Che had rather vague ideas Of
church matters) "it'll get him dean
cry or bishopric, or something"
Phyllis had been in England for two
months, and everything had settled
down quietly, when Mr.. Monrough was
electrified one morning to receive a
cablegram from her:
George has come all the way from Cam
bridge Wants to marry me Immediately,
| Do consent and make me happy.
"Well! this beats cock fighting!"
] murmured Mr.. Monrough, as he stared
| at the message. "IIe must have fallen
very deeply in love with her, indeed.
] Oh, consent. But how about the set
tlement9 1 suppose that Tom spander
reckons on my doing what is right, and
so l will. I wish could get over, but
I'm stuck fast with that COMPOUNDED
| speculation for another month. 1t
might lose me million if left 1t, and
can't afford that. Well, here goes!"
And he sent this reply telegram:
Don't understand the hurry, but con-
sent Am very pleased. Wish every hap
pincss. Cannot leave here for a month.
Tell uncle will arrange handsomely.
MoNRoUGH.
Ten days after this message, on the.
morning of the arrival of the Cunard
steamship at New York, Mr.. Monroughi
was sitting in his private office when
the door opened and in walked his
daughter, leaning on the arm Of
very well-set-up young man of course,
her husband.
The old man jumped up.
Well, this is q surprised" he shout
ed. "What on earth made you in such
p hurry to get married? All! we'll, I
was young myself once, and I know
when fell in love with your mother !
was in deuce of hurry to get mar.
RED"
ooh, papa!" murmured Phyllis, as
she threw her arms around his neck
and kissed him. ut was so kind of
you to give your consent. 1 am SO
happy. thought you would, though,
when you knewwhat o long way George
had come to seek mel"
"oh, well, 1 guess Its not such very
long way, after ali" replied her father.
"5Inelands only little place altogeth-
er, you know"
well" said George, that's true; but
it's nigh upon 1000 miles before you get
there"
"Well, George, my boy" he said, as
he shook his hand in a hearty grip,
I'm truly glad to have you for SON.
in-law. And low's your fathcr?"
MY fathcr?' echoed George. He's
been dead this ten years or more"
What does oil this mean?" cried Mr..
Monrough, in amazcmcnt. "Am I
mad, or what is it? You have just left
your father, my brother-in-law, Tom
Spander, in England, haven't you?"
Phyllis threw up her arms and, with
q wild Shrek, fell down on the thickest
part of the soft fur rug that lay before
the fireplace, in what appeared to be
dead faint.
My name is not Spandcr," said
George, hurricdly, us he rubbed his
head with one hand and supported
Phyllis with his disengaged arm. "My
names Rockcrton, and went all the
way from Harvard university in Cam
bridge, Mass, to England to secure
your daughter"
The pen refuses to record Mr.. Mon
rough's torcible language when he was
thus suddenly made acquainted with
the fact that he had given his consent
to his daughters marriage with the son
of the family to which he had sworn
deadly hatred, and the very man he had
before refused, while oil the time he
had thought Phyllis was marrying
George Spandcf, his brother-in-law's
son.
For about five minutes the place
would hardly hold him, and his anger
was such that he took no means to re-
store his daughter, leaving her new
found husband TO bring her round"
as best lie could.
However, by the time he had ronred
himself out of breath he saw the fulfill
ity Of his further opposition and re-
sentiment, and, like the good business
man that he was, he veered round and
met the wind MS it blew.
well! Welt" he said, eve been
| done, but what's done can't be helped"
He then turned to assist Phyllis, but
by strange coincidence that young
lady had just come to, and in burst Of
hysterical tears, begged forgiveness for
the little misunderstanding.
II forgive you, you little WITCH" her
father cried. but have my sus-
picions about the misunderstanding"
And Mr.. Monrough has never been
able to decide in his own mind whether
it was accidental or of malice prepense
on Phyllis part that the misunder-
standing occurred. He has on several
occasions tackled his daughter on the
subject, but she has always managed
most sliillfully to evade the question,
and as she and her husband are the
happiest couple imaginable, and
George is not such bad chap after
ALL Mr.. Monrough has long since
ceased to inquire into it and has also,
of course, buried the Ratchet with the
Rookerton fnmily.-Tit-Bits.
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