The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-07-15

having her for your wife, after all,
suppose"
Fred drew long breath. then quick
ly linked his arm in Mr.. Templeton's,
and drew that gentleman away.
She is the sweetest, most beautiful
I ever saw. I'll marry her tomorrow II
she'll have me-" he said
And how the old gentleman laughed.
Music teacher Notwithstanding, eh?"
he said.
And then Fred laughed. and Mr..
Templeton generously decided not to
be too sarcastic on the poor boy.
Almost at the same moment a tall,
lovely girl several years older than the
fairy in white by the window in Mrs.
Saxony's drawing room, entered and
went up to her.
Absorbed in your book still. Ros-
sic? 1t is time for my lesson, isn't il? ?"
And Rossie Fleming laid down her
book, and for an hour she and Miss
Beatrix Lovett devoted themselves to
the music lesson, to be interrupted by
gentleman who had bribed the foot
man to permit him to enter the music
room urannounced, and to whom Ros-
sic flew, with a little shrek of delight,
"Fred--O Fred! How did you know
was in Brighton? l only came yester-
terday to assist Miss Lovett with her
music. This is Miss Lovett, Fred-Mr.
Warrington, Miss Lovett."
'And am sure Miss Lovett will not
blame me if insist that 1 shall marry
you, little Rossie, and the sooner the
better. before uncle Phil discovers his
mistake"
And the next week there was a quiet
wedding at the local registrars office,
while Mr.. Tempeton was taking his
snooze in his chair, with his handker-
chief over his face, dreaming of the
days when beautiful Miss Lovett would
reign royalty in his nephew's home.
At o'clock the same night he was
electrified by the receipt of a note from
Fred.
"I have been and gone and done it.
Uncle Phil" it said. "I promised you
would marry the lady you selected for
me, and 1 shall present her to you in an
hour. There's nothing like striking
when the irons hot. is there"
And punctually TO time Fred ap-
peared, his bride on his arm-lovely
as the morning blushng like a rose,
her blue eyes shining like stars, her
sweet red mouth quivering as she
looked wistfully up into Mr.. Temples
toms face when Fred presented her.
"We've quite stolen a march upon
you; but this is my wife. Uncle Theo-
philus-Mrs, Fred Warrington, sure"
I'm astonished, and dumbfounded.
and delighted, my dear. However, did
you do it, Fred"
But before Fred could make the ex-
PLANTATION he deemed incumbent a SER
want announced a lady, who came
sweeping in in garments of deep purple
velvet-a girl with starry eyes and hair
as golden as sunshine.
Miss Beatrice Lovett," said the SER
want.
And then-well, the scene is indes-
cribable, and with two lovely women
beseechng him to forgive, and the pam
sy-purple eyes making him feel the
queerest around the heart he had ever
felt. somehow-he never knew how
TheOphilus TempletOn simmered quiet
ly down, and accepted the situation
with the best grace al his command
until six months afterward. when he
triumphantly announced to his nephew
that the luckiest day Cf his life had
been when he mistook Rossie for Miss
Lovett
For since you wouldn't have her
for your wife you shall have her for
your aunt, and help youself if you
cant"
But as no enc was at all anxious to
help IT MIR. Templeton married his
beautiful young wife, and IT is a ques-
ton Of who &C the quartet is the hap-
piest Pauline Montague, in spare Mo-
ments.