Bisbee daily review., 1912-11-08


get here"
Look my best!" her father roared
again. Dressed up like a monkey on
a stiekl"
And you've got to wear q tie," An.
toinette broke in, firmly.
They revived Antionette's father
with tender care, but he never was the
same man after that. He gloomed
around the premises. surveying with
a hostile eye the housekeeping prep
arations for the coming wedding and
he developed a jumpiness at every
thing unusual and suspicious.
Antoinette was in despair. She was
marrying into rather a fashionable
family and the thought OF Horace's
college friends and his family arriv-
ing to find that while her father had
a heavy bank account he had no sense
Of sartorial values was a tragedy.
Horace and his party won't get
here till the day ITSELF" Antoinette
told her mother in one of their hope
less conferences. They won't notice
dad so much then, but in the evening,
at the wedding-mother, I'll just die II
he wears that baggy old gray sack
suit and his celluloid collar and no
tie!"
Then I'm afraid you're due TO die,
daughter, said Mrs. Weber, who had
been married to Antoinette's father
long enough to know.
q WON'T" snapped Antoinette, with
the blind faith OF youth in its powers.
IN manage It somehow. I'm not go
Ing to have the only wedding I'll have
in my whole life spoiled by fathers
ridiculous stubbornness!"
She and her father eyed each other
warily toward the last, like gladiators
before the fight. Her father ostenta-
tiously bought a new celluloid collar
and fresh ten cent collar button and
q new pair of calfskin boots.
The day of the wedding Antoinette's
father, the only incongruous spot in a
refurbished, decorated house, filled
with frills and fluff, went upstairs TO
get ready for the evenings fray. lay
ing out his new collar and collar but
ton and simply tossing his old gray
clothes over chair, he stepped into
the bathroom for his additions. He
was absent 20 minutes.
When he came back to his room he
blinked. On the bed were spread some
strange black things. The coat was
low cut and had long tails. Patent
leather pumps stood fendishly beside
4 pair Of silk socks. There were also
some weird stand-up linen collars and
a box of white ties and a large
bosomed shirt. There was nothing else
in the way Of clothes in the room.
Nobody paid any attention to his
rawlings and pounSings. for everybody
was dressing the bride or was getting
dressed. Choking, gasping, hectic
with rage. Antoinette's father danced
in his bathrobe, poking a finger now
and then at the hated garments.
Finally the wedding went on. Every
body was present but the brides IA
Their After the ceremony and con-
ordinations the bride herself headed
search party for him.
Holding her trailing satin skirt in
one hand, Antoinette, accompanied BIZ
Horace, ran him down at last in the
most secluded corner OF the haymow.
Thsre he sat, hunched up, smoking a
pipe fercely. He had on the clothes,
s@athed, punched around him, the
dress shirt and the high collar and all
but the collar button cleaned def
sntly between the strands Of his whis-
kers, proclsiming his last stand-no
necktie! He glsred AT his daughter
and his newly achieved son-in-iaw.
Father" begged the bride tremu-
ously. come down, pleased It's time
% go in to supper. There's scalloped
oysters and"
Eve put on these clothes her ia
her interrupted her sternly, because
ms ss]aW abiding citizen and you took
he others away, but III be everfast-
nsly geidurned If I'm going to exhibit
myself in EN- before sensible human
beings. II you want the wedding
:heck-I'ye written out for you, Antoi-
iette- you see that git them oysters
md other dewdads right out here
So they compromised on that basis.