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A Sazlor’'s Wooing. 239 *T’ll stay with Marget, Shon, while you go in,” said Nanno, when they heard that the Doctor was at home. “ Deet, you'll come with me,” said Shon, and they were conducted to the vicar. | ‘¢T want a marriage license, sir,’”’ said Shon. * A what, Shon?” said puzzled Nanno. ‘¢ A guinea’s worth to let us be married Thursday,” said Shon, and procured it, with the clerical blessing. “T shall never have my dress!” said Nanno, as soon as they left the vicarage. ‘* And then to be married by license !” “Ah! but you must! Come along to Miss Lewis, dressmaker.” They went, and Miss Lewis, like the ladies, said “ Impossible. y ‘Come you, Miss Lewis fach,” said Shon, with his winning smile, which displayed a wonderful set of white teeth, “Ill pay double: but we must have it to-morrow night.” ‘¢ A dress in less than twenty-four hours! Impossible.” “Let all hands haul in and you'll do it!” said Shon, taking leave. ‘¢ Now, Nanno, last and least, the little bit o’ gold wire.” “Tt certainly is ‘ Now or never,’” thought Nanno. Blushing hurricanes of roses, Nanno was taken to the jeweller’s, who being used to such matters, took no notice. It was.pretty to see Shon’s big, brown hands tenderly manipulating the ‘‘bit o’ gold wire,” and Nanno hiding, or reflecting her blushes, in the glass case whence it was taken. : “T’ve got a ring I made out of a nugget on purpose for you, Nanno fach. It will do for a keeper, ” said Shon. ‘‘Go you away, while I buy my bonnet,” whispered Nanno. “Tl just be standing outside,” replied Shon. So the wedding gear was bought Tuesday, and, to the amazement of everybody, was sent home Wednesday night. ‘¢ What time we lose over our trousseaux,” said the ladies. * And déjetiners,” they might have added, for they improvised the most perfect little breakfast in no time, at which they presided at ten o’clock on Thursday. Before noon of that eventful day, Shon and Nanno were man and wife, and before midnight they were in Liverpool. In a few days he passed his examination for master, and became Captain Peregrine the following week, a command having been given him: and Nanno assumed the title of Mrs. Captain Peregrine, together with the motto of “‘ Happy’s the wooing that’s not long a-doing.” connicloooks (C(O)