The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-03-23

Poor Wayne's cup was indeed full to
overfiowing. Martin and some of the
youngsters lugged Will off to squeeze
him into last years garments, made on
cadet measure, and then down came
| Kitty, the bonniest Of brides in the
daintiest and most coouettish of cos
mmes, and while Rorke and his satel-
ites were passing the champagne, and
every body mo, almost. every body-was
Towding about the bride, there stood
poor Wayne still diving into those long
| forgotten placer mines of his pockets
and fetching up bills and billets and
odds and ends, while Lucretia tremu-
lousy and Fenton, Farwell and Amory
ielightedly watched him, and then
came new excitement. Enter Will,
squeezed at last into the light gray
| tweeds he had so complacently donned
year before and that now fitted him
like the skin of sausage. A sudden
move of one arm carried away the
breast button.
"It's no use," he cried. "Im worse
off than Peggotty. Every jumps but
tom And then Kitty caught sight of
him, and then there came "a scene.
| whats that?" she exclaimed. THAT
isn't the man married. won't stir
step with him in those things"
"But / haven't any other" pleaded
Will in despair.
"Who wants You to wear such
things?' she fairly screamed in almost
hysterical laughter. II married a sol
der. Your uniform. sir, your best
blouse and trousersuend forage cap, and
don't you dare wear cts till l tell you.
And, as it was manifest that he
couldn't wear those now incasing him,
the groom third time FASTENED away
to the upper regions. and, while dozens
clustered as before about Kitty, an alb
sorbed group still hung upon the move
ments of the major. The light as Of
other days was dawning on his face.
He was searching still, and at last he
found and drew forth tiny box, at sight
of which Lucretia's maiden heart fut-
tered almost out of her throat.
"And now what have you unearthed,
old Rip Van Wipklef' doomed Fenton.
IA ring, by all that's gorgeous-a ring,
and beauty, and an inscription on it.
p. w. to L. F., 1874. Who's p. W.?
Who's-but a glance at his sisters trans
figured face as she tottered there at his
side warned the old warrior to desist.
Wayne was painting with excitement.
Il know" he cried. "Of course it
wasn't my class ring. 1t was this. /
got it for And here he turned and
drew her to his arm, and the others
considerably moved away as at last
that ring was fitted to the finger that
had been waiting for it 30 long years.
Five minutes more, and with Rorke
leading off III the cheers, with music
and sunshine mirth and gladness, smiles
and tears and prayers and blessings, the
young couple were whirled away TO the
station, bound for the bliss of the honey
moon.
But what made that wedding day so
remarkable Was that it seemed to lead
To so many more There came letter
from Martin to Jack Ormsby only the
other day. The latter, being New
York guardsman, was sweltering in his
tent at Peekskill, while Mrs. Jack con-
soled. herself by brief visit to the
Leales at West Point. The former, be-
ing West Pointer, fell back naturally
into the vernacular of his cadet days,
and this was somewhat as he wrote:
Your blessed brother-in-law continues
to be the JOY of the Twelfth, and the
dovecot is every whit as hospitable as
Amory's. But of course Will and Mrs.
Will haven't outlived their salad days,
and their tiffs and make ups are too
funny for anything Will is just as true
a soldier as ever, but we always know
when the winds in the east at the
cot by his becoming even more aggres-
sively, austerely, self denyingly mill
tary. just now all is bliss, for dear
Lady Farrar, Queen Mother as we
learned to call her from your sweet
wlfe-my salutations TO her ladyship-.
is, as you know, in the third week of
her first visit TO the children, and this,
Jack, old boy, brings me to a predic-
ton. In our cadet days we used TO say
extras breed extras, and I'm thinking
what that wedding day of Wills is re-
sponsible for. First there's you and
Miss Ellis-God bless EN-! There's
Leale and Mrs. Royle Farrar-God re.
ward 'eml There's Oldham Heap
Mashed-in-the- Moon and Miss Lucretia
God help 'eml But, do you know, we
believe our bully old colonel has the
promise now of being made at last Just
The happiest man in old Fort Frayne."
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