ther," replied
Mattie, laughing heartily. "I don't believe Tite cares anything about
it."

"Never was ashamed of my name," replied Tite, with an air of
indifference, "never was. But it doesn't matter much what a man's name
is. They used to call me all sorts of names at sea."

"Another little harmless request," resumed Mrs. Chapman, with a
condescending bow. "You see there is Bowles. Bowles is such an excellent
servant, and so very respectable. He has such a presentable appearance
when in his livery. I have great respect for Bowles--he understands me
so well. You won't have any objection to his having a fixed position in
the family, will you?"

Mattie blushed, and drawing her mother aside, whispered in her ear: "We
can settle such matters, my dear mother, when others of more importance
are disposed of."

"But you know, my daughter," she returned, with an air of great
seriousness, "he has done so much to make these common country people
understand what our position was in the city."

* * * * *

Two weeks were passed in making preparations for the wedding. And now
the day was come, and that ceremony that was to unite two loving hearts
for weal or woe, which was to seal their fortunes in one bond, was to be
performed in the little old church, quietly and unostentatiously, by
Dominie Payson, for it had been settled after some reluctance on the
part of Mrs. Chapman, that the job could be done by that worthy divine,
and the world think none the less of the young people.

Nyack, my reader must know, was in the best of humor that day, and when
it was four o'clock, appeared in a smiling face, and dressed in it's
best clothes. Chapman, I may also mention, forgot his misfortunes, and
for once appeared neat and tidy, and in a happy mood. Indeed he had
kissed and congratulated his daughter several times during the day. He
had also unburdened his heart by telling her how happy he felt that the
family had escaped disgrace in the city. He had, indeed, something to be
thankful for, since Gusher had been taken back to New Orleans, tried,
convicted of his crimes, and sent for two years at hard labor in the
penitentiary.

Mrs. Chapman, remembering that such events did not occur every day,
resolved not to be outdone by any of them. She was sure a little display
would not be wasted; and had spent four hours "getting herself elegant."
She had more than half a suspicion that there would be some New York