The Tomahawk., 1903-05-21
form from !. book. had fluttercd in.

torn from q book, had futtercd in
nocently to the girls feet while she
was pinning handkerchiefs to dry
upon the back yard reel. She had
picked the futterer up and looked at
it curiously. One word was written
upon 1.-THE word preserve" She
had placed it in her bosom, wonder
ing. That night she understood.
It was so deliciously simple that
she marveled at her fathers inability
to understand it. She tried to re-
strain her laughter when the humor-
Gus side of the situation presented it.
self to her,-the old gentleman,
frowningly portentious, jealousy
watching her every move, lest some
Young man win her affections before
the delightful Golberg came to claim
his own; ridiculously suspicious OF
every trivial circumstance; sitting in
his chair with the girl not ten feet
distant, all this while the course of
love flowed smoothly on. 1t was
funny.
Dolly was wooed and won,-yes,
and wed from under her fathers
very nose. The courtship extended
throughout the fall and winter, and
in the spring came the end OF the
comedy. Mullane conferred at some
length with Doverling and King
man. Curtains and draperies of va
rious sorts were added to it's fur
nishings by armfuls; potted plants
appeared; vines festooned the walls;
and in corner of Mullane's room an
arch was erected, upon the summit
of which were nestled, in a nest OF
orange blossoms, two plaster doves.
These things in their preparation
required two days, and on the third
day, as the shades of night were
gathering, guests of both sexes
thronged the floor. Mullane's sis
ters were there from the classic halls
of Wellesley; Mullane's father and
mother were there from the old
home in Delaware; Mullane's old pas
| tor, who had 1u11ed him to sleep in
a pew corner on many Sabbath
morning of his boyhood, was there
from his later and more exalted
charge in great city of the east.
And there were others more i'm
portant to the work in hand than
these. Klingman, by some means
known only to himself, had secured
the presence of gentleman mighty
in the financial world, of another
whose fame as a journalist was wide
as the commonwealth, of yet another
whose name adorned the roll of the
nations senate. There were artistic
and writer's and other talented fell
lows with their ladies and gentlemen
until the floor was full.
In the meanwhile disgusted aston
ishment held sway in the breast CT
Mr.. Critics. Dolly was at the piano
as usual, her face turned from him.
Her eyes were brighter than was
their wont, but the roses were not
in her cheeks. She was pale from
suppressed excitement. She was
nervous. The sound of the piano on
the second floor caused her to start
violently. Mr.. Critics observed the
action and inquired the reason for
it. She replied that she was feeling,
well, different than she ordinarily
felt; she thought she would go to
her room for few minutes. She
went, and from her room she climbed
through a window, being assisted by
a pair of masculine arms. She
mounted the steps to the second floor,
still supported by masculine arms,
where she stood beneath the dove
crowned arch. her hand in Mullane's,
and said ct will" Then she returned
to the back parlor, reseating herself
at the piano. Mr.. Critics looked at
her, grunted and said nothing.
The papers were full of it the next
morning. It was accounted the most
romantic, the most charming, the
most unique wedding the city had
ever known. Mr.. Critics read the
account and posted home from his
office, his eyes near to bursting from
their sockets, his breath coming in
explosions. He entered the house like
a tornado. But his coming was ex-
pected and had been prepared for.
Dolly threw her arms about his neck
before he could say q word. The
gentleman mighty in the financial
world, who had good naturedly per.
mitted himself to be retained for the
occasion, patted him gently upon the
back, uttering words which, coming
from that source, were soothing to
his heaving, billowing emotions.
Mullane grasped his hand firmly and
shook it. Mrs. Critics gazed at him
imploringly.
Two minutes passed and the
tableau still held. Then, after a
most tremendous explosion OF
breath, Mr.. Critics spoke.
'I did not know that you were ac-
ouainted with-with him." he said,
pointing at Mullane with his disen-