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Show THE BRIDAL TOWER. HOW PETER WHITE MADE THE ACQUAINTANCE AC-QUAINTANCE OF Hid MOTHER-IN-LAW. There were three of them. One was bride, the other a groom with red ears and maiden whiskers, and tbo third was the bride's mother. They were at the Grand Trunk depot yesterday morning to take the train west. The young man clasped his young wife's fat band, rolled up bis even, and they seemed happy, while the mother-in-law paraded up and down the sitting-room sitting-room with lordly air and Beemcd well satisfied. Pretty booh the groom went out, and when he returned he threw five pop corn balls and a big bar of peanut-candy into the bride's lap and bunded the old lady another. She turned up her nose, raised her Bpec-taclcs, Bpec-taclcs, and thus addressed the young man with red ears: "Spo ham Volar Wl.ito vnn i.rn married toSabintha, ain't you ?" "Why, of course." "And I have a right to feel an interest in-terest in you ?" "Of course." "And wo are now on our bridal tower, ain't wo V "Yes." "Well, now, you've been squandering squan-dering money all along, Peter. You took a back, you bought oysters, you bought a jack-knife, aud you've thrown money away. I feel tbtit it is my duty to tell you to hold up before you make a fool of yourself !" "Whose money is this 1" beasked, growing very red in tbe face. "It is yours, and what is yours is Srtbiutha's, and it is my duty as her mother to speak out when I Bee you fooling your money away." "I guess I can take care of my money !" he retorted. "Perhaps you can, Peter White, but there are those in your family who can't." He struggled with his feelings as the bride shook her head at him, and then asked: "Did I marry you ?" "No, sir, you didn't, you little bow- legged apology for a man; but I have a right to speak for my daughter." "You can speak all yuu want to; but I want you to understand that I can manage my own sflaira, and that I don't care for your advice." "Peter White," she slowly responded, waving the peanut-candy close to his nose, "I see we've got to have a fuss, aud we might an well have it now." "Ala! ma!" whispered the bride, pulling at the old lady's ehawl. "You needn't ma me, Sabintha 1 This Peter White has deceived us both abou t bis temper, and I'm going to tell him just what I think of him ! He commenced this fuss, aud we'll see who'll end it I". "You mind your business, and I'll attend to mine!" growled Peter. "Oh! you hump-backed hypocrite!" she hissed, iabbine at his eve with the peanut-bar. "Only a month ago you called me 'Mother Hull,' and was going to give me the beat room in the new house I" "You'll never havo a room in a house of mine!" he exclaimed. "And I don't want one, you red-eared red-eared hypocrite!" "Don't, Peter don't, ma!" sobbed the bride. "It's my duty, Sabintha; it's your mother's !" "Don't cry, Sahby," he interrupted; inter-rupted; "don't mind what she aays!" "Try to set my daughter up again me, will you?" hissed the old lady, as she brought the peanut-bar down on bis nose. "Ob! ma!" yelled the bride. "You old wretch!" hissed Peter, as he clawed at her, "None of the Whites will ever run over me!" exclaimed the mother-in-law, as she got bold of bis abirt-collar and hauled him around. "I'll knock your old I" "You can't knock nothing!" she interrupted, backing him against tho table. "Ma! Oh-h-hl ma!" howled Sabintha. Sabin-tha. The dozen other passengers in the room, who had been interested and amused listeuers, here interrupted, and Peter was released from the old lady's grasp, his collar having been torn oil and his cheek scratched. "I expected this, and prepared for it!" panted the mother-in-law as she Leaned against tbe wall. ' 'This doesn't end it by any means! This bridal tower will come to a Btop tomorrow, to-morrow, and then we'll see whether I've got any business to speak up for Sabintha or notl" Aa the train moved away the old lady wore a grim smile, Sabintha was weeping, aud Peter was struggling with another paper collar. |
