Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-06-03

self to her.-the old gentleman, frowningly portentious, jealously 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. It 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 1ulled him to sleep in 9 pew corner on many a Sabbath morning of his boyhood, was there from his later and more exalted charge in a great city of the east. And there were others more ina- portant to the work in hand than these. Klingnan, by some means known only to himself, had secured the presence of gentlemen 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 artists and writers and other talented fel- lows with their ladies and gentlemen | until the floor was full.
 In the meanwhile disgusted aston ishment held sway in the breast of MT. Critics. Dolly was at the piano as usual, her face turned from him. Her eyes were brighter than was i their wont, but the roses were not l 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 l felt; she thought she would go to her room for few minutes. She went, and from her room she climbed 1 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 ''I wills Then she returned to the back parlor, reseating herself at the piano. MT. Critics looked at her, grunted and said nothing.
 The papers were full of it the next morning. It was accounted the most 1 romantic, the most charming, the most unique wedding the city had ever known. MT, 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 tornado. But his coming was ex- pected and had been prepared for. Dolly threw her arms about his neck before he could say a word. The gentleman mighty in the financial | Ivy 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 o1
 breath, Mir. Critics spoke.
 CT did not know that you were ac
 auainted with-with hirn,'' he said
 pointing at Mullane with his disen'
 gagged hand and looking at Dolly.
 70, yes, papa, I have known him
 for-months," replied Dolly, blush
 ing.
 "But--but how in the-how did you } manage it?" he gasped. And then Dolly confessed and the mystery was solved. ''We telegraphed to each other on our pianos she said; "we learned the Morse alphabet, and-and we telegraphed, that is all.'' -: "Well, I'll be hanged!" ejacu1ated MT. Critics. "Right before my face and eyes-humph!'
 Then, to his credit, be it said. he burst into a hoarse laugh, and the company joined in uproarously.
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