Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1900-04-11

to say, SOL conteneed myself by giving
the cravat vicious twist. Three
minutes later / dashed down the hall,
threw a good-by at Aunt Margaret and
hurried into the yard.
The coachman was driving away.
"Hi, there!" shouted Uncle William
from the front steps. "Hold on there,
driver! Wilson, stop that, hack!"
Wilson was evidently Uncle Will.
liam's ne1t.door neighbor. He was
leisurely proceeding from his front
gate to his own dunicile. He turned
around slowly and looked at the car
riage and thou at Uncle William.
"What for?'" he asked. whats
the matter with it?"
eli, there. driver" shouted Uncle
William again, us I tore down the
path.
The coachman drew in his horses
with IN air of impatient expectancy.
'What in the world do you mean?"
cried Uncle William, putting in anger,
behind me.
eyes, what do you mean" I echoed,
''driving off without me?"
"Why, SIR" said the evidently
greatly puzzled coschman, with nod
of his head toward Mr.. Wilson, she
said for"
"Well, we'll, welll' cried Mr.. Will
son, joining Us on the sidewalk. "Whnt
does all this mean, anyway? What
are you holding this carriage here
for?'
Uncle William began saying some
thing under his breath, but was
checked by feminine voice from the
carriage.
DRIVER" it asked, "what's the
matter?"
.'Ohp' exclaime Uncle William, q
light breaking in upon him, you've
made mistake here, Wilson. This
is carriage 1 ordered to take my
nephew to the wedding"
''Oh,I guess not, said Mr.. Wilson,
bristling up more than ever. ''This
is a carriage J ordered to take my
nl0S w tu0 SoLthISuCOiuCuts
The two men glare at each other
like wild animals, and turned from
one to the othe in hopeless perpl"x-
ity.
''Drive on!' cried Mr.. Wilson, and
the driver drew mp the reins.
''Hold on!'' cried Uncle William,
and the driver looseneG the reins. He
evidently enjoyed the situation.
The two men moved toward each
other, and then Aunt Margaret came
down the path, Fastening to the un-
tangling of Uncle Williams mistakes,
as she had been doing throughout
their married life.
.'This is muddle," she said to Mr..
Wilson in her sweetest tones. ''The
stablemcn have probably got the two
orders confused"
ST don't know about that, said
Mr.. Wilson, ''but I've got the car
riage." Y
'But see here" put in Uncle Will
liam, "Dick's best man, and he mustn't
be late at the wedding"
81 can't help that" retorted Mr..
Wilson. "My niece mustn't be late at
the commencement, either.''
''Iil tell you," cried Aunt Margaret,
with sudden inspiration, "why can't
they 60 together? The seminary is
only little ways beyond Christ
church. know your niece won't
object if explain" F"
Aunt Margaret dashed out into the
street toward the carriage, and fol-
lowed, wiping my moist brow, bewail-
ing my willing linen and consumed
with impatience.
In the next few seconds I heard
Aunt Margaret making a hurried e1-
planstion which concluded with 'Aw-
fully good of you, I'm sure, but I
knew you'd consent under the: cir
cumstances;" then the door was flung
open, Uncle William gave me q push
from behind, while Aunt Margaret
murmured introductions, and I found
myself stepping into carriage which
seemed filed with flowers and fluffy
white stuff, from the midst of which
peered the face of-Dorothy Melton!
"Why-Dick - Mr." she cried,
half rising from her seat.
started back with confused at-
tempt at IN apology, but Uncle Viii.
liam hastily slammed the door, and
with a commanding Drive lively
nowT" motioned the driver to start:
The horses were of with Jump. and
I sank into the seat opposite the young
woman whom six months ago I had
sworn never to sec again.
It was the early dusk OF what had
been perfect June day. The street
lamps were not yet lighted, but the
bright moon shone in at the carriage
windows. and I knew Dorothy could
see my hot, flushed face and my ner.
vousness aud embarrassment.
''Miss Melton" I began, feeling
that I must say something, "I'm OK
tremely sorry to intrude upon you in
this manner. I had no idea"
"Oh, pray do not mention it," said
Dorothy. am, OF course, extreme
ly glad to be of any service whatever
to Mrs. Clarkson, and it would be toe
bad for you to be late at the we'd
ding"
Dorothy was quite mistress of her
self. She held large bunch Of roses
in her arms, having gathered them NJ
to make room for me; the color, which
think lett her face for an instan
when she saw it was I who climbed
into her carriage, returned; her eye'
sparkled, and never had she looked 81
lovely. What fool, 1 thought, bit
terly, what fool I had been to quar-
rel with her.
cts to be quite large wedding,
believer" she said, turning her fac'
full upon me.
The driver was evidently intent upol
reaching the church in time. He turned
a corner 30 sharply that just as wa
about to stammsr out commonplace