Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-20
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said Montague au1biguous.y.
Yes. but aIn's ahss rather sudden.
How Is it ain, heard Of this afore ."
asked Mr. fucker. referring presum-
ably 10 Montague's hrst demand. no; 10
his respeetsbili;y.
On she presented such a charming
appearance out there amongst tie
honeysuckles. / determined 10 ask her
on the spot"
And was she wIllin'?''
Perfectly. She sent me to ask your
consent should Ike TO take her Just
as she stands. yen know
"Ho. no. don't know about that
I've go; a little laid by, which always
Intended should be my Molly's A lit
tie 0 that sort o thing don't injnre a
maids chances. eh?"
Montague looked puzzled. He had a
dim idea that the old man was referring
to backgrounds.
Nothing of the kind necessary. l
assure YOU" he said. Il would much
rather take her Just as she is. You've
no idea what charming picture she
presents, Pose. background-eyery-
thing perfect"
"Yes, yes" replied the old man test
lily; 'thexes no denying my Molls as
pretty maid as you'll see for miles
around. But that amt everything.
That won't fill empty stomachs. nor put
clothes on your back. Don't you be-
lieve it,"
Good heavens, was the old fool
limiting at payment" thought Mon
tague.
IF you are referring to money.
may as we'll make il clear at once that
| decline to accept any remuneration
whatever" he said. with some heat
Steady, lad, steady" said Mr.. Tuck
err in concilatory tones. mo need to
put it that way; but like your spirit
o. course. don't know 'xaetly how
you're situated. If so be you can afford
to do without any little"
Yes; that's all right" interrupted
Montague. II have your permission.
then? I'll tell your daughter, and I'll
get my things fixed up, and get the job
over" And he turned to go.
Hi, Stop minute" cried the old
man. as soon as blank amazement
would allow him to speak. BLESS my
soul. you are in hurry, Why, thing
of this sort can't be done In minute.
Why. there'll be heap o things to see
to- What about the clothes for one
thing?"
why, the dress she has on now will
answer admirably. Just a bunch of
honeysuckle in her hand, perhaps"
said Montague, beginning to lose pa
thence.
Mr.. Tucker stared at Montague as II
he thought that gentleman had taken
leave of his senses.
NO, no, That won't suit me, She
must have new dress. A nice white
muslin would be the thing. | should
| think, though | don't know much about
| such matters. Best leave the girl to
settle that herself. But bunch OF honey
] suckle? No fear, She shall have a
bunch of the best flowers in my gar
| den. | like things done proper!" said
Mr.. Tucker, with more emphasis than
grammar.
But" cried Montague, aghast at the
thought of these elaborate prepara-
lions, besides being quite unnecessary,
this would mean at least a weeks de-
lay"
well, whats a week?''
Il must return to London the day az
ter tomorrow.
Then come down again later on
Montague thought this a trife unrea-
sonable, and looked hurt.
Il don't think | could manage hat.
even II | thought it desirable" he said
stifhy.
Mr.. Tucker gazed at Montague more
in sorrow than in anger, and then said
impfessively:
Young man. seems to me you are I'M
dertaking this business without giving
the matter due consideration. fake my
word for it, it's a serious step. There's
too many young fellers like you, I'm
sorry to say, who seem to-"
Law father." interrupted sweet
voice from behind Montague. what
evers all that rigmarole about? Why
can't you say Yes or No plainly?"
Turning abruptly, Montague beheld
the fair cause of this discussion. Tired
of waiting in the garden, she had en-
tered the bar unobserved just in time
to hear the speech she had so irrever-
emily interrupted.
Mr. fuckers rudy face assumed a
deeper shade, and his voice-uncon-
sciously perhaps-grew louder as, fix
ing an indignant gaze on his pretty
daughter, he demanded:
"Moll, do you mean to stand there
and tell me you're IN Just such hurry
as the misguided young man 7 see be-
fore me?"
And why not?" asked Moll tossing