Lady Gadsby and His Honor, sitting in his parlor, thought that a light footfall was sounding out on his porch. As Gadsby got up to find out about it, Julius, coming in with a young girl, stood looking, grinningly, at Lady Gadsby; who, jumping up, said, happily:—
“Why! Mary Antor!!”
“No, Ma,” said Julius. “This is not Mary Antor.”
“Not Mary Antor? Why, Julius, I think I know M”
“Not Mary Antor, Ma, but Mary Gadsby!”
“Oh! Oh! My darling girl!!” and half crying and half laughing, Mary was snuggling in Lady Gadsby’s arms; and His Honor, coming in, saying:—
“By golly! That young cuss, Cupid, is mighty busy around this town! Why, I can hardly walk two blocks along Broadway, without a young girl, who has ‘grown up in a night,’ stopping, and saying: ‘Mayor Gadsby, this is my husband.’ But I’ll say that Cupid’s marksmanship has always brought about happy matings. And, Mary, you darling kid, your sad, dark shadows will gradually pass; and Lady Gadsby and I will try to bring you loads and loads of comfort. But, say, you, Julius! I didn’t know that you and Mary”
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