Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-06-04

I ferred at some length with DOveriing
and Klingman. Curtains ana draperies
of various sorts were added to it's fur
nishings by armfuls; ported 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 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 sisters
were there from the classic halls Of
Wellesley; Mullanes father and
mother were there from the old home
in Delaware; Mullane's old pastor, who
had lulled him to sleep in a pew cor
ner 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 important to the work in hand
than these. Klingman, by some means
known only to himself, had secured
| the presence of a 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 artists
and other talented fellows with their
was full.
In the meanwhile disguised aston
ishment held sway in the breast of
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 a 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, Il 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. 1t 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 word. The gen
tleman mighty in the financial world,
who had good naturally permitted
himself to be retained for the occasion,
patted him gently upon the back, ut
tering 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
was held. Then, after most tremend-
GUS explosion of breath, Mr.. Critics
spoke.
Il did not know that you were ac-
quainted with-with him." he said,
pointing at Mullane with his olsen
gagged hand and looking at Dolly.
20, yes. papa, l 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.
I'VE telegraphed TO each other on
our pianos" she said; "and-and we
| telegraphed. that's ALL"
well. I'll be hanged" calculated
Mr.. Critics. Right before my face
and eyes-humph!"
Then. to his credit. be it said, he
burst into hoarse laugh. and the
company Joined in Iproarously.