A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-lifeBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A frontier knight : $b A story of early Texan border-life
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction; Texas -- Juvenile fiction; Western stories
Though matters had turned out very differently from what Cyrus had
expected he could say nothing, for there were too many witnesses to
the transaction for him to attempt to back out of his agreement, and,
moreover, he knew that a very determined set of men would permit
nothing less than the carrying out of the scheme he himself had
arranged. The fact that Ira held a number came as a surprise to him,
and he began to bluster about it to Bud, claiming that it was not fair,
and that the drawing should be done over again, but he was so fiercely
turned upon by half a dozen big fellows that he perceived the wisdom of
letting the matter rest. At first he hoped there would be some way of
deferring the marriage, and that he could evolve some plan by which Ira
could be sent out of the way. He knew Pike would hesitate at nothing,
and, for a moment, in the sharpness of his disappointment, he had a
wild notion of getting Pike’s help in abducting Louisa or Ira, but, to
his credit be it said, he was reluctant to allow his daughter to marry
such a scamp as he knew Pike to be, and when all insisted that there
should be no delay in the ceremony he acquiesced with as good a grace
as could be expected.
The old judge in long boots, flannel shirt, and with untrimmed beard,
elbowed his way through the crowd of giggling girls clustered together
in the middle of the room. Hannah Maria, in her element, whispered
suggestions to the bridal party. The company lined up leaving a
passageway for John and Christine, Alison and Blythe Van Dorn, acting
as bridesmaids and groomsmen and preceding Ira and Louisa, the latter
in gay calico gown. The old judge wasted no time, and in a remarkably
short space of time Louisa was Mrs. Ira Korner. Then the witnesses
pressed forward to offer congratulations. All but two had a hearty
word to say. Jabez Manypenny did not tarry, but sneaked out the door
before the ceremony was over and, mounting his horse, rode home,
meditating upon the uncertainty of human hopes. Pike Smith, gnashing
his teeth in rage, kept watch in the darkness of the pine woods near at
hand.
“When we started out this morning you didn’t expect to be a married man
before night, did you, Ira?” said John, giving his companion in arms a
hearty slap on the shoulder.
“I didn’t exactly count on it,” said Ira.
“You’d better come home with us,” continued John. “You know that place
of yours isn’t very handy to get to and it’s been shut up all these
months, and I will venture to say it isn’t any too well fixed up at its
best.”
Ira laughed. “Well, I reckon you’re right. It is pretty messy as I
remember.”
“Then you just come to our house till you can fix up,” urged John. “Lou
will feel at home there and the girls will be delighted to have her,
and you, too, for that matter.”
“I take it real kind of you,” said Ira. “If Lou’s willin’ I sholy am.”
“Indeed I’d like nothing better,” said Louisa. “You don’t think I ought
to stay here with dad for awhile, do you, Mr. John?”
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