New-York tribune., 1903-07-25
CHAPTER XIV (Continued)
MARRIAGE.

MARR1AGE-
The pathos and the obvious comedy OF the
whole situation touched Bradford's instinct for
the dramatic very keenly. What situation. ne
thought!-what possibilities for a story! He
chuckled at a vision of Murdoch and Craven to-
gether at a trustees meeting; the pickle maker
estimating Craven's age, specializing like life
insurance agent, and trying not to hint at the
propriety of resignation in the aged; DR.. Craven
stately absent minded, quite unconscious or the
sword suspended over him. The next time Brad
ford saw Dr. Craven he looked at him with re-
newed interest and even with tenderness Muir
doch's chances were good. apparently. The
president was not wearing his years lightly Ike
a flower. He stopped the kindly eyes behind
the glasses were dim; he hesitated trifie IN
his speech. The gift may soon fall in, thought
Bradford, with a little rush of pity. There was
another way than resignation; Craven. after
thirty-eight years of service. might die in har-
ness after all, and Bradford hoped the kindly
fates would permit it. Yet. when he talked to
the pickle maker. Bradford saw very clearly
Murdoch's position Suppose DR.. Craven should
outlast the year-or two-Or five. or even ten?
His powers Of intellect seemed unabated by his
years; and even his appearance had been much
II was for decade.
Meanwhile was Murdoch's glory to be shad-
owed and his laurel to wither before he could
were rare. yet they existed and not so innumer-
ously. But no man had ever given away
$10OOOOOO which he had amassed before his
fortieth birthday. True. this desire to splurgs
cheap enough, and any really great man,
Bradford unused, would have stood far above it.
True, newspaper notoriety and the reputation
Of a dazzlingly successful youth were small mat
ters But the pickle maker wanted them saw
agely, and nevertheless fOrebore to seize them
when they lay in reach of his hand because, If
he took them. an old man might suffer little
in his pride. 1t was all very funny. and a little
pathetic too-and it would make a splendid
story Bradford thought
June lapaed into July. Commencement time
had come and gone and Kate stood up among
the younger men. who were receiving their care
less bachelor degrees. to take his doctorate OF
philosophy. which the president conferred upon
him with fine old fashioned dignity and pride.
"Ad te, Catonem Henricurn Strong he said
and his voice fingered on the little Latin pro-
noun as If he loved it. Few such degrees had
he the opportunity to give: never one TO a man
he cared so much for. "Ad te Catonem Hen
ricum Strong" and as he pronounced the
strange foreign syIlables the boys cheered Kate
wildly. He was very popular. was Kate
''Kit Kit! Kitty"
Here pussyi Me-ow-w-w!"
Buck the tackle old mani"
''Dor't trip on the gown, Kate. Hold her up
boyP
But Kate never smiled, looking straight be-
fore him into the tall doctors eyes. which had
once been little above the level Of his own.
He received the appointment as instructor Of
Greek in DR.. Cravens own department; he was
to continue as teacher where he had been stu
dent, and they cheered that. too
Then July passed and Angus came. and Brad
a fame Of candles and d glory Of music round
about. Murdoch insisted on the most gorgeous
of weddings. People out Of town?" said he.
BY the Lord Harry. We'll give EN- somthing TO
come back for" Amy came up the long aisle
on her uncIe's arm TO where Bradford stood
with Kate and Charges. Bradford took two
quick steps down to meet her; even at that mo-
ment she was calm enough to look her happi-
ness into his eyes one Instant They were facing
the altar.
Who giveth this oman to be married 10 this
man? l. her uncle. and with good will.
Do you, Francis. take Amy to your welded
wife? While all the world looks on. do.
Do you. Amy. take Francis TO your welded
husband? 1 do
Then you are pronounced man and wife.
What God hath joined together who shall put
asunder?
Then Charges prayed. His dark face was un-
moved; he finished the ceremony methodically.
THE rector does everything on business prin-
ciples" whispered a among the guests to
his wife Bet you he is thinking now how
much his fee will be. I would soon be mar
ried by machinery"
isn't he handsome?"
''who-the groom? Matter Of taste. my dear.
was. TO you
"I mean Father Charges, Of course! Bow your
head Harry and stcp whisperfng Don't YOU
see he's praying?"
What locker she is-isn't she?'
''I never did like little women
She's not a hair shorter than you are my .
dear"
Indeed. she's a good inch! It's only her gown
makes her seem so tall looked perfectly enor- .
nous in my train"
You were just the right height, I remember. !
Now they're coming down.
Don't stare at her It embarrasses a /
bride"
Mighty few Of 'em need worry But this one .
sees not me: she sees only her husbands
wife should
what nonsense-as If you wanted to
cage usP'
Thus Mr.. and Mrs Bradford came down the
aisle together.
Mercy Harry look at the carriages!'
There's q reception at the house, OF courses
only TO particular friends"
TN bet the pickle man wishes his place was
bigger now. Really. I'm surprised he don't hire