The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1900-04-21
in THE NICK OF TIME.
BY MARCO MORROW.

thing to do, and what's the use of your
going to the hotel or to one of Toms
friends houses where they are already
running over with company? No use
at all. Yonr Amt Margaret will give
yon nice little dinner right away,
you can get on your wedding togs and
get to the church in plenty of time
without any of the fnming aud fussihg
the others will go through. There's a
phone III the house; you can let Tom
know you are here and that's all that 8
necessary"
! remembcrc that I did not espe-
cia'ly care to meet more people than
was NECESSARY, but still it was with
some misgivings that I followed my
chipi c., aud | am afraid somewhat
oaicious, uncle to his new town house.
At five o'clock / found myself in Aunt
Margaret's front parlor.
Uncle William called mp Tom by
telephone. and after few minutes
chat with him [ felt somewhat ress-
sured. Dinner was announced very
early, and was soon over. As the
clock chimel six I went upstairs to
make hurried toilet. But where was
my bag? hurried downstairs again
and put the question to Uncle Will
liam.
"By Jove" lie exclaimed, 1--WE must
have left it at the stationp'
He hurried down town to fetch the
bag, promising to return "before you
know I'm gone;" but the minutes
slipped away, and the carriage drove
up to the gate before he got back. He
finally came, however.
Here you are" he said, as ho
handed me the bag. ''Now you want
to hurry. young man, or you'll be
late"
/ fairly jumped into my clothes,
trusting to luck for appearance. AS I
tied my cravst Unclo William tapped
on the door.
cts five minutes of seven!' he ex-
claimed.
] ,ouldu't say exactly what I wanted
to say. SO contented myself by giving
the cravat a vicious twist. Three
minutes later 1 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 next-door neighhor. He was
leisureiy proceeding from his front
gate to his own domicile. He turned
around slowly and looked at tho car
riage and then at Uncle William.
"What for?" he asked. whats
the matter with it?"
Hi, there, driver!" shouted Uncle
William again, as I tore down the
path. ....... ...
The coachman drew in his horses
with an 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 coachman, with nod
of his head toward Mr.. Wilson, she
said for"
"Well, we'll, WE'LL" cried Mr.. Will
son, joining us on the sidewalk. "What
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?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Uncle William, a
light breaking in upon him, you've
made mistake here, Wilson. This
is carriage / ordered to take my
nephew to the wedding"
"Oh,I guess not, said Mr.. Wilson,
bristling up more than ever. ''This
is carriage I ordered to take my
niec, to the commencement"
The two men glared at each other
like will-animals, and turned from /
one to tie othe. in hopeless perplex-
ity.
''Drive on!' cried Mr.. Wilson, and
the driver drew up the reins.
Hold on!" cried Uncle William,
and the driver loosened the reins. He
evidently enjoyed the situation.
The two men moved toward each
other, aud then Aunt Margaret came
down the path, fastening to the un-
of Uncle Williams mistakes,
as 10 had beeA doing throughout
their martial life.
This IS mu1dle, she said to Mr..
Wilson in her sweetest tones. "The
stablencn have probably got the two
orders confused" 90
don't KNOW "Lo~.t- .L.A.. sa1u
Nj. Wilson, "but I've got the ear
riaee."
''int see here, put in Uncle VIII