General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"But I'm strayin' again. At the store I arranged with her that we
should be married at her church at four o'clock that afternoon. Soon
after leavin' the store I got your despatch, which I didn't doubt had
already been read up in heaven--bless you both! It didn't take more
than two hours to duplicate the orders of a few weeks before; then I
went to her house, for the last time, an' she was already dressed for
the weddin'--dressed just as she is now. There were a couple of hours
to spare, an' as I'd ordered our railroad tickets, I improved the time
by tryin' to persuade her relatives, who had been called in on short
notice, that she was goin' to be in safe hands. But there wasn't a
chance to talk more'n two minutes at a time, for the door-bell kept
ringin', an' messengers kept comin' in with flowers an' presents,
most of 'em from people at the store. There's two trunks full of 'em,
comin' along by express. Of course we were goin' to have a quiet
weddin'--nobody invited to the church but her fam'ly an' two or three
of her relatives, an' my old army chum Jim; but when we got there, a
whole lot of folks were inside the church, an' when we started out
after the ceremony they crowded to the aisle, an' some threw flowers
in it, an' then for the first time the dear little woman learned that
the store people had turned out in force, the proprietors among 'em,
an' all the women kissed the bride, an' a lot of 'em cried, an'--oh,
nobody ever saw such goin's on at any weddin' in the Claybanks church.
An'--to wind up the story--here we are, ready for business, when Monday
comes. I telegraphed Black Sam to find an empty house for us somewhere,
knowin' that my old room was gone, an'--"
"You're to live with us," said Philip. "You know we've room to spare,
and I know that my wife will be delighted to have your wife with her."
"Thank you, Philip. Mrs. Somerton's taste in women is as correct as in
everythin' else."
"But doesn't your brother know?" asked Grace of Mary.
"No," was the reply. "Some things are easier told than written.
Besides, he's the dearest brother in the world, and thinks whatever I
do is right. How I long to see him!"
"I'll find him at once," said Philip, rising. "'Twas very thoughtless
of me to have neglected him so long, but between astonishment and
delight I--"
"You won't have far to look," said Caleb, who had moved toward the
window. "Mary, come here, please--stand right beside me--close--to
protect me in case he offers to knock me down."
Philip opened the door, and Truett said:--
"I've just heard that Caleb came over from the railway station this
morning. Has he--oh, Mary! Just as I might have expected, if I hadn't
been too busy to think."
"You don't act as if you had any ill feelin' toward me," said Caleb,
as Truett, after much affectionate demonstration toward his sister,
greeted his brother-in-law warmly.
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