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Show The minister calmly said that it must be. He could not marry them unless they both did truly and duly tell their ages such being the regulation regu-lation to which he must bow. The young man mildly responded, "26;" the young woman ah, the youug woman! Answer? Never! "Then you can't be married." Her soft cheek grew white as the snow that rests upon the mighty hills, and her eyes were filled with anguish. But ahe cried, ''31." Truth like this should have been rewarded, but it wasn't. The bridegroom observed that he had understood the bride was only 25, and he couldn't forgive deceit. de-ceit. "Farewell," he Baid. She remarked re-marked that this was justice, and they Darted for ever. Which ended 1 their "melancholy story. New York Iribune. |