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    • "Yes, water. You are buying my land so you can control the water when the railroad shows up. I know you think I'm stupid...think what you will, I am not," he replied then.   Crabbe held up his hands.   “Hey, I never said you were stupid, friend!” he said quickly, like he thought Robert was going to thump him. “I never said friend Bob here was stupid, did I Charlie?”   Charlie shook his head. “No, you just say he illiterate and ignorant, that all.” Said the Chinaman, unhelpfully.   "So how much you offering me?" actually Robert thought the man a bit foolish to reveal this because it seemed he could now ask for a much higher price than he would have just a minute earlier.   “I’m offering the man who owns this land…” because that was the rub, wasn’t it? Who legally owned this muddy patch of Montana. “… $300 down for a 25% share, Charlie there and our lawyer friend the same, so that’s $900 clear for you, with an option to join in any mining and/or water supply developments on consideration of payment of a directly correlating percentage of any development costs. Costs of reclaiming the claim in your name to be undertaken solely by the three new partners. Now… you must admit, that’s a pretty good deal considering, at the moment, you technically own jack shit of a non-paying claim.”   Charle Fa shook his head: Crabbe was making this sound too complicated for the young Irishman, and the boy was starting to look irritated.   “He mean, we get you land back, we give nine hundred dollar, we all invest in mining or water supply, make lot of money, all happy!” he explained to Robert.   @Wayfarer
    • "Well, now Dutton Peabody ain't no judge. Damn fine lawyer, 'scuse me, fergot myself there. But there's ol' Ben Robinson, he's a judge, but I' m thinkin' the pastor'll do, er priest, 'er whatever he likes ta be called. We'll be good." Barnabas commented with confidence, "An' the buggy, not even anythin' ta be worryin' about. Ever'thing's gonna be perfect."   "Best we start thinkin' about headin' back. Not that Speed cain't hold his own, but I like to check in time ta time, jest in case." The he laughed, thouuh he was serious. There was never any telling of what might happen at any given time. Mostly nothing. "Before you start ta thinkin' we could move in taday." @Bongo
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    • Suddenly the Reverend was speaking. he had been locked into the eyes of his bride to be, feeling the love that was between them. Their fingers intertwined, their eyes shining, and even he had a mist in his eyes. It was happening right then, at that moment, the words were being said, what they were for a moment, he did not know, but then, he understood.   "... in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into matrimony, through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism. Will you give yourselves to each other, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love, honor, comfort, and keep each other, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful, as long as you both shall live?"   He heard her say "I will," and he smiled. There were a thousand other agreements pushing through his brain when he heard himself say, "I will." Like there had been a better one? Not hardly. Both had tightened their grip on one another slightly as they made their intentions know. A thought passed through his mind, 'might not be long enough.' @boshmi@Bongo@Wayfarer@Javia  
    • Now that the man explained it that way, Robert could get past in his mind this was not about any gold but water. Water rights. He slowly nodded but the man wanted him to say it aloud it seemed.   "Yes, water. You are buying my land so you can control the water when the railroad shows up. I know you think I'm stupid...think what you will, I am not," he replied then.   "So how much you offering me?" actually Robert thought the man a bit foolish to reveal this because it seemed he could now ask for a much higher price than he would have just a minute earlier.

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“Well, Jacob and Clara are repentant, and I believe the Lord will forgive them. Furthermore, they clearly care for each other, enough to risk the ire of their families and community. They might have kept this all a secret, and run off together – it speaks to their dedication to one another, and respect for you, that they would stay, seeking approval and a union in the eyes of the town and God.” Thomas said, keeping his voice level and inoffensive. “As for your refusal to acquiesce, I can only hope it will not come to that.”

 

"Pardon my possible blasphemy but I do not rightly care if they are repentant and forgiven by God. That's his call isn't it," Aurelian pointed out.

 

"She and the boy have to deal with the consequences now whether they are sorry or not. Nothing changes. Their lives are going to be..." he paused, not wanting to finish that sentence. This was his beloved Clara and he did not want to see her suffer.

 

"Our lives are going to be ours, father," Clara interjected, "We both know it's going to be difficult in so many ways but not being married is only going to make it that much harder. And the baby, it deserves a family, married parents. None of this is the baby's doing."

 

"I know that, Clara. I really don't need a sixteen year old explaining all this to me, thank you," Aurelian sighed.

 

"Jacob, has your older sister been appraised of this? How did she take it?"  He was after all only one half of this equation, there was Jacob's side.

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"Pardon my possible blasphemy but I do not rightly care if they are repentant and forgiven by God. That's his call isn't it?"

Thomas frowned, but said nothing. It would probably be best to let Mr. Redmond get this out of his system, rather than pick at his words and potentially invoke greater anger. He needed to say his piece, and now was not the time to stop him.

"She and the boy have to deal with the consequences now whether they are sorry or not. Nothing changes. Their lives are going to be..."

 

"Our lives are going to be ours, father. We both know it's going to be difficult in so many ways but not being married is only going to make it that much harder. And the baby, it deserves a family, married parents. None of this is the baby's doing."

"I know that, Clara. I really don't need a sixteen year old explaining all this to me, thank you."

 

"Jacob, has your older sister been appraised of this? How did she take it?" Mr. Redmond asked with a sigh, and Thomas felt the tension lessen by just a touch. Granny Miggins had been alright with this, and maybe they could win Clara's father over with numbers yet.

 

(ooc: I know Thomas doesn't actually do much in this post, but I honestly didn't think he'd want to interrupt Raylan Aurelian)

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"Pardon my possible blasphemy but I do not rightly care if they are repentant and forgiven by God. That's his call isn't it?"

 

Jacob couldn’t help but agree, but he wasn’t about to say that in front of Father Thomas, they needed the tall churchman’s help. He didn’t say anything either but let the disconsolate father of the bride-to-be carry on.

 

"She and the boy have to deal with the consequences now whether they are sorry or not. Nothing changes. Their lives are going to be..."

 

Yes, well, Jacob didn’t particularly like being referred to as ‘The Boy’ but, again, this was no time for interrupting or correcting the wronged father. Well, that’s what he thought but Clara, knowing him better and maybe a little more outspoken than he, begged to differ:

 

"Our lives are going to be ours, father. We both know it's going to be difficult in so many ways but not being married is only going to make it that much harder. And the baby, it deserves a family, married parents. None of this is the baby's doing."

 

"I know that, Clara. I really don't need a sixteen year old explaining all this to me, thank you."

 

He squeezed her hand in silent support. He knew better than to actually get mixed up in an argument between family members, he was still an outsider yet. He remembered an incident when he was at school and he'd tried to break up a fight between the Wigfall Twins; he'd woken up on his back on the school yard with two lovely black eyes forming, unable to remember which of them had hit him first.

 

"Jacob, has your older sister been appraised of this? How did she take it?" Mr. Redmond asked with a sigh, and Thomas felt the tension lessen by just a touch. Granny Miggins had been alright with this, and maybe they could win Clara's father over with numbers yet.

 

“Yes Sir” answered the Lutz lad respectfully “I just told her today and she fainted clean away, we had to get the smelling salts to her. Well, and while she was in her delirium, she let it slip to my Grandmother, that’s old Mrs Miggins, Sir. She was pretty good about it, to be honest and wanted to help us but she and Clara had a little disagreement about some, uur, arrangements and…” he had to be diplomatic “…Clara was in the right, of course!” he added, giving her hand another squeeze of love and loyalty. He had secretly decided, like most husbands who survive marriage, that from now on in, Clara was always going to be in the right.

 

Talking of diplomacy, he neglected to mention that, as well as the Reverend Reed, the farmhand Ned, the pie-maker Emeline Blakesley, and the piano-ponding pot girl Arabella Mudd also knew about the whole affair before he did.

 

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"Jacob, has your older sister been appraised of this? How did she take it?" Mr. Redmond asked with a sigh.

 

“Yes Sir” answered the Lutz lad respectfully “I just told her today and she fainted clean away, we had to get the smelling salts to her. Well, and while she was in her delirium, she let it slip to my Grandmother, that’s old Mrs Miggins, Sir. She was pretty good about it, to be honest and wanted to help us but she and Clara had a little disagreement about some, uur, arrangements and…” he had to be diplomatic “…Clara was in the right, of course!” he added, giving her hand.

 

Not three months ago Clara would have recoiled at any such touch, why she never even hugged or let herself be hugged by her own father or brother  (though with Wyatt, little chance of that), but now the girl treasured every bit of physical contact with her husband to be. And Jacob was going to be her husband alright, regardless of her father's decision. But she desperately hoped he would agree.

 

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*****He had secretly decided, like most husbands who survive marriage, that from now on in, Clara was always going to be in the right.*****     Great line!!

 

Aurelian stood there, clearly perturbed, well angry, and yes, hurt too. But his mind also went back to when he was a young man and fell in love with his now departed Catherine. He would never tell Clara but the truth was they too had slept together before they were ever married. The difference had been, Catherine had not gotten pregnant. Clara was not so lucky. Maybe the apple didn't fall too far from the tree?

 

"Very well then," he got that much out, paused (it was obviously hard to continue) then focused on Jacob, "Aright boy...Jacob....you have my permission to marry Clara. As much as for the sake of the baby as the both of you."

 

"Thank you, father," Clara kept it very simple but she was smiling thru tears.

 

Aurelian glanced then at the minister, "Kindly pretend you didn't hear this next part."

 

Then it was back to making eye contact with young Lutz, "And just so you know, treat her right. And if you run out on her, you better keep on running because I will come looking for you. Just so you understand."

 

 

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A moment passed, maybe two, and the angry gaze of Clara's father finally seemed to renege.

"Very well then... alright boy... Jacob... you have my permission to marry Clara. As much as for the sake of the baby as the both of you."

Thomas could not help but smile at this outcome; really the best he could have hoped for. A family-supported couple were so much more likely to thrive than one without, and God knew that Jacob and Clara would need plenty of support in the years to come.

"Kindly pretend you didn't hear this next part." Mr. Redmond told Thomas, before addressing Jacob. "and just so you know, treat her right. And if you run out on her, you better keep on running because I will come looking for you. Just so you understand."

 

Thomas glanced between boy and man, before quickly cutting in to move the balance of conversation to a less unpleasant dynamic; "Right, well, now, I'd say there's a wedding to plan. Clara, Jacob, Mr. Redmond, might you three have any preferences as to how it should be conducted?"

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"Very well then... alright boy... Jacob... you have my permission to marry Clara. As much as for the sake of the baby as the both of you."

 

“Thank you, Sir.” Jacob nodded seriously, although his heart was leaping with joy and he was now squeezing Clara’s hand so hard that she was lucky to come out of the whole scene without broken bones to mend.

 

"Kindly pretend you didn't hear this next part." Mr. Redmond told Thomas, before addressing Jacob. "and just so you know, treat her right. And if you run out on her, you better keep on running because I will come looking for you. Just so you understand."

 

Jacob felt sad that the man thought he could be capable of such an action but, after all, he didn’t really know Jacob and the proud father couldn’t be blamed for not trusting him, yet. He knew that he would have to earn the man’s respect, and that this hadn’t been a particularly great beginning to that task.

 

“Mr Redmond, you have my word.” He intoned and took a risk: looking straight at Aurelian, he let go of Clara’s hand and held out his own toward the man, half expecting himself to be shamed by a refusal, but feeling that if they were to ever get on, man to man, they had to seal the bargain in the age old manner.  

 

Thomas glanced between boy and man, before quickly cutting in to move the balance of conversation to a less unpleasant dynamic; “Right, well, now, I’d say there’s a wedding to plan. Clara, Jacob, Mr. Redmond, might you three have any preferences as to how it should be conducted?”

 

Yeah - Damn Quickly! thought Jacob, thinking of the increasing size of his fiancé's belly, but out loud said “Well Father, I’m Reformed Mennonite but I’d even have a Baptist Wedding if it meant being with Clara for the rest of my life.” He smiled longingly at her as he took up her hand again. Of course, he was joking about the Baptist wedding! As if!

 

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"Mr Redmond, you have my word.” the lad intoned and took a risk: looking straight at Aurelian, he let go of Clara’s hand and held out his own toward the man.

 

Aurelian accepted the handshake and gave the young man a hard few pumps with his firm grip but certainly was not trying to hurt him, he wasn't that sort of person. He realized he was going to have to learn to accept Jacob at least, maybe even grow to like him. Two things were already going for the lad. First he seemed straight forward and honest, secondly Clara obviously trusted him and he did value her judgement about people.

 

"Very well then," Aurelian did not crack a smile but did give a nod as the handshake broke off.

 

“Right, well, now, I’d say there’s a wedding to plan. Clara, Jacob, Mr. Redmond, might you three have any preferences as to how it should be conducted?” 

 

Fr. Thomas then spoke up, “Right, well, now, I’d say there’s a wedding to plan. Clara, Jacob, Mr. Redmond, might you three have any preferences as to how it should be conducted?” 

 

“Well Father, I’m Reformed Mennonite but I’d even have a Baptist Wedding if it meant being with Clara for the rest of my life," Jacob answered.

 

"Let's not carried away," Clara commented then in that dry humor of hers.

 

Then she launched into her own wishes for this upcoming wedding, "First of all we do not want any fuss and unnecessary expense. We want it to be a simple service with a select few present. The sooner the better. If it can happen ..........tomorrow, I would be ecstatic  (as if Clara was ever ecstatic about anything). "

 

Aurelian shrugged, "If that's how you want it." 

 

She wasn't his little girl anymore, if he had begun to come to terms with it this past year the events of this day made that absolutely true.

 

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“Well Father, I’m Reformed Mennonite but I’d even have a Baptist Wedding if it meant being with Clara for the rest of my life."

"Let's not carried away. First of all we do not want any fuss and unnecessary expense. We want it to be a simple service with a select few present. The sooner the better. If it can happen... tomorrow, I would be ecstatic."

 

"Very well, just a moment, please..." Thomas said, quickly moving back to the lectern to grab a spare note sheet and a pencil, upon which he wrote out; Mennonite(?), minimal expense, select few, sooner the better.

 

He looked up to the couple, pencil poised. He had begun to run through the marriage sequences in his head, and would need to sort them as he went. Typically Mennonite weddings would be hosted with the full congregation, but that seemed counterintuitive to the young couple's wishes, and Clara didn't seem all that enthused about Jacob's Mennonitic declaration anyway.

 

"Now, we'll likely open with the procession, in which Jacob, you and I enter first and come to the altar, followed by the best man and maid of honor on the left and right respectively, who will then be followed by Clara and Mr. Redmond, again on the left and right respectively. Once you two reach the altar, traditionally, Mr. Redmond, you will give Clara's hand to Jacob." he told them. "That is, if you intend to conduct the ceremony in the church. Do you have ideas as to your best man and maid of honor? Or even potential groomsmen and bridesmaids?"

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Luckily none of them was particularly fussy about the exact doctrinal form of the wedding, only that it be inexpensive, small and fast: like a pocket gopher. To be honest, the tall priest seemed to know more about his nominal religion than Jacob himself: he and his sisters had inherited the mantle from their father who had dies when they were younger: a freak accident where he’d fallen though a trapdoor and broken his neck; building a house or something, they had always supposed.   

 

"Now, we'll likely open with the procession, in which Jacob, you and I enter first and come to the altar, followed by the best man and maid of honor on the left and right respectively, who will then be followed by Clara and Mr. Redmond, again on the left and right respectively. Once you two reach the altar, traditionally, Mr. Redmond, you will give Clara's hand to Jacob." he told them. "That is, if you intend to conduct the ceremony in the church. Do you have ideas as to your best man and maid of honor? Or even potential groomsmen and bridesmaids?"

 

Jacob’s heart sank. Best man? The only young man he knew really was the bumptious Heck Wigfall from school – he could just imagine that idiot bursting into church, seeing Clara and shouting ‘Jesus Lutz, how’d a ugly plug like you end up  with a peach like that? D’ya get her pregnant or something?!’ He shuddered. Ned would have been great, pity he was black - that would be too shocking. Hmm, then an idea struck him that would kill two birds with one stone.

 

“Reverend, er, everybody…” he looked at them all in turn “Would it be acceptable if I had a best woman instead of a best man?” It was a shocking idea true, but he could always pass it off as being a ‘Reformed Mennonite Thing’ He glanced down at Clara.

 

“It’s Arabella, see? I think she’s got her heart set on being your bridesmaid, dearest, and, well, I know you can barely just tolerate her. But she’s been a real pal to me and well…ahem…” he actually began to tear up a little, before pulling himself together and carrying on “… she kinda got us two together and, well, she brought us all here together today, even you, Sir,… somehow or other.” He looked at Mr Redmond a little questioningly.

 

“It’ll stop her pestering you about being a bridesmaid, dearest, and, to be honest, why, I’d be happy to have her by my side to hand me the ring.” Even as he said the last part of this little speech an alarm bell tolled heavily in his head: OH CRAP!! THEY’D NEED A RING!!!!

 

Others in the room might have been a little more perturbed by the idea of how the Best Man’s Woman’s speech might turn out.

 

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"Now, we'll likely open with the procession, in which Jacob, you and I enter first and come to the altar, followed by the best man and maid of honor on the left and right respectively, who will then be followed by Clara and Mr. Redmond, again on the left and right respectively. Once you two reach the altar, traditionally, Mr. Redmond, you will give Clara's hand to Jacob." he told them. "That is, if you intend to conduct the ceremony in the church. Do you have ideas as to your best man and maid of honor? Or even potential groomsmen and bridesmaids?"

 

"Whoa! Excuse me, Rev. Thomas but ..." Clara started only Jacob then spoke up.

 

“Reverend, er, everybody…” he looked at them all in turn “Would it be acceptable if I had a best woman instead of a best man?”

 

"What?" Clara met his glance with an incredulous glance back. Mennonites, women best men?

 

Aurelian eyed the young man dubiously.

 

Jacob then started his explanation, "It’s Arabella, see? I think she’s got her heart set on being your bridesmaid, dearest, and, well, I know you can barely just tolerate her."

 

"That is not true, Jacob," Clare begged to differ.

 

"But she’s been a real pal to me and well…ahem…” he actually began to tear up a little, before pulling himself together and carrying on “… she kinda got us two together and, well, she brought us all here together today, even you, Sir,… somehow or other.” He looked at Mr Redmond a little questioningly.

 

Aurelian had no intention of getting involved in this even if he thought it the lad's request a mighty strange one. Besides he knew Clara was desperately wanting to get a word in what with the minister and Jacob  each having their say.

 

“It’ll stop her pestering you about being a bridesmaid, dearest, and, to be honest, why, I’d be happy to have her by my side to hand me the ring.”

 

"Alright first off all those arguments for Arabella being a best man are hardly valid, more like pure circumstances," Clara pointed out, "other than the last statement I will concede."

 

She sighed, already her own desires were being tossed aside. But she was trying very hard to be the dutiful wife here and taken his views into account.

 

"Very well then, I will ask Arabella to be my brides mate but Emeline...." she quickly changed it to, "Mrs. Blakesley is still going to be at the wedding."

 

Even though in her opinion Emeline was much more deserving, she'd concede to Jacob on this point then but now that she had done so, it was time for her to lay down the law as it were about the rest of the service.

 

"Now then, Reverend, there will be absolutely no Mennonite service. Make it Presbyterian or Methodist and make it brief, to the point. Again, I wish to stress this will be a small simple service. Immediate family on both sides and just a few guests. Soon as the service is over we shall make our way to the farm," she quickly looked to her father, "If that is acceptable?"

 

"Yes, it is, daughter," Aurelian nodded.

 

"I will see to it there is food on the table. If your sister and your grandmother wish to bring some, that would be appreciated."

 

"Oh and as for rings, we cannot afford any rings. I do believe rings are not a necessity for a proper wedding," she glanced at the clergyman.

 

 

 

 

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“Reverend, er, everybody… would it be acceptable if I had a best woman instead of a best man?”

"What?"

"It’s Arabella, see? I think she’s got her heart set on being your bridesmaid, dearest, and, well, I know you can barely just tolerate her."

"That is not true, Jacob,"

"But she’s been a real pal to me and well… ahem… she kinda got us two together and, well, she brought us all here together today, even you, Sir… somehow or other. It’ll stop her pestering you about being a bridesmaid, dearest, and, to be honest, why, I’d be happy to have her by my side to hand me the ring.”

 

Thomas frowned, struggling to recall exactly what the verdict was on this sort of thing. "I can't say that it's explicitly forbidden anywhere, but it would be highly unorthodox." he chimed in, though Clara seemed to have her own ideas. He got the inkling that this would be symptomatic of their relationship to come.

"Very well then, I will ask Arabella to be my bridesmaid but Emeline... Mrs. Blakesley is still going to be at the wedding."

"Mrs. Blakesley could act as Bridesmaid as well, or Maid of Honor, if you wanted." Thomas offered. "The procession would function much the same, simply with the Bridesmaid following the Maid of Honor in line." As things stood, Jacob's side of the wedding march lay awfully bare, but perhaps that would be remedied soon.

 

"Now then, Reverend, there will be absolutely no Mennonite service. Make it Presbyterian or Methodist and make it brief, to the point. Again, I wish to stress this will be a small simple service. Immediate family on both sides and just a few guests. Soon as the service is over we shall make our way to the farm. If that is acceptable?"

"Yes, it is, daughter.

"I will see to it there is food on the table. If your sister and your grandmother wish to bring some, that would be appreciated."

"Oh and as for rings, we cannot afford any rings. I do believe rings are not a necessity for a proper wedding."

"No, they are not." Thomas confirmed, as he quickly revised the notes sheet upon the lectern; scribbling out 'Mennonite(?)' and adding 'Arabella Mudd', 'Emeline Blakesley', and 'No ring exchange.'

"It is also possible to exchange some other item, if you so desire, but again, this is not necessary."

 

"Now, we can sort out attendants as we move forward. At the altar, I will give a... Methodist service..." he said slowly, to allow for any objections, "Followed by your vows. There are three ways we can go about the vows; first; I can read them to you in turn, and you will reply with 'I do' or 'I will.' Second; I can read each line one by one, and you can repeat them after me, or third; I can tell you the vows now, and you can recite them from memory on the day, unassisted."

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Well, Jacob’s novel idea of having a best woman was swiftly shot to sh... shreds, but at least good old Reb would get the sort of starring role she’d covet. Mrs Blakesley was pegged for some kind of Matron of Honor role, which would make Clara happy. That left him back with a gap on Team Lutz. Good grief, it’d have to be Wigfall after all.

 

"Now then, Reverend, there will be absolutely no Mennonite service. Make it Presbyterian or Methodist and make it brief, to the point. Again, I wish to stress this will be a small simple service. Immediate family on both sides and just a few guests. Soon as the service is over we shall make our way to the farm. If that is acceptable?"

 

"Yes, it is, daughter.

 

"I will see to it there is food on the table. If your sister and your grandmother wish to bring some, that would be appreciated."

 

Jacob nodded dutifully at all this, only raising his hand at the end tentatively and adding a correction to the minutes “Er, only Reverend, it’s a Reformed Mennonite service we won’t be having, if you could, er…” he gestured absently to Reed’s notes. After all, all his Daddy had left him when he died was two sisters; his mother’s wedding ring, which Josephina had nabbed; and a stupid religion – they might as well get the name of it right!

 

"Oh and as for rings, we cannot afford any rings. I do believe rings are not a necessity for a proper wedding."

 

"No, they are not." Thomas confirmed, as he quickly revised the notes sheet upon the lectern; scribbling out 'Mennonite(?)' and adding 'Arabella Mudd', 'Emeline Blakesley', and 'No ring exchange.'

 

"It is also possible to exchange some other item, if you so desire, but again, this is not necessary."

 

“Whoa – oh no  – er, I’ll get a ring!” Jacob suddenly piped up. “No wife of mine’s going to get married without a ring.” He thought to look at Clara’s fingers to see how big it would need to be. Hmmm, they were quite pudgy really. Damn, that would add to the cost, he assumed.

He smiled at Clara reassuringly, wondering where the heck to get a decent ring from, for only gold would be fine enough for his beloved Clara.

 

"Now, we can sort out attendants as we move forward. At the altar, I will give a... Methodist service..." he said slowly, to allow for any objections

 

Jacob nodded compliantly.

 

"Followed by your vows. There are three ways we can go about the vows; first; I can read them to you in turn, and you will reply with 'I do' or 'I will.' Second; I can read each line one by one, and you can repeat them after me, or third; I can tell you the vows now, and you can recite them from memory on the day, unassisted."

 

“Recite them from memory on the day!” snapped back Jacob immediately. “Unassisted!”

 

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"Mrs. Blakesley could act as Bridesmaid as well, or Maid of Honor, if you wanted." Thomas offered. "The procession would function much the same, simply with the Bridesmaid following the Maid of Honor in line."

 

"Yes, that could work," Clara nodded, she would ask Emeline her view on the matter, as long as Emeline attended, that was the important thing.

 

Clara sighed just a little as Jacob corrected the good reverend about exactly what sort of Mennonite service they WERE NOT HAVING. Like she cared. But if he thought it important......so be it.

 

For just an instant she thought that scrounging up a ring or rings was not going to be an issue but Jacob was having none of it.

 

“Whoa – oh no  – er, I’ll get a ring!” Jacob suddenly piped up. “No wife of mine’s going to get married without a ring.”

 

"I do not need a ring, I have you, that is all I want...well, that and our baby," Clara had no idea where Jacob was going to get his hands on a ring without spending money. Unless, there was a ring in his family that was unworn at this time? Maybe...

 

Aurelian kept quiet, regretting now he had sold his beloved wife's ring after her death. But he had been so desperate for money and even then, it did not fetch much. But he knew Catherine would have backed him up, the children came first.

 

Fr. Thomas announced then a Methodist service, Clara nodded and glanced at Jacob who agreed too.

 

"Followed by your vows. There are three ways we can go about the vows; first; I can read them to you in turn, and you will reply with 'I do' or 'I will.' " 

 

Clara nodded, that sounded simple enough.

 

"Second; I can read each line one by one, and you can repeat them after me."

 

That was good too, Clara felt, one less thing to worry about regarding the wedding.

 

"or third; I can tell you the vows now, and you can recite them from memory on the day, unassisted."

 

Ugh, that was that much more to do, adding to the pressure of all this and what if she messed it up? She had so much on her mind already. Not to mention she just knew she was going to be nervous.

 

“Recite them from memory on the day!” snapped back Jacob immediately. “Unassisted!”

 

Clara looked at him as if to say  'are you kidding?'. Then gave a big sigh.

 

"Very well....we can memorize them. After all I have nothing to do prior to the wedding anyhow do I?" she once more gave in to Jacob.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Recite them from memory on the day! Unassisted!”

"Very well....we can memorize them. After all I have nothing to do prior to the wedding anyhow do I?"

Thomas nodded. "Very well. I'll uh, write these down..." he said, as he rifled through the papers atop the lectern for another spare sheet.

 

"Right, you will join hands before the altar, and Jacob, you will go first. The vow is as follows; 'In the name of God, I, Jacob Lutz, take you, Clara Redmond, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.'" Thomas said, copying out each word as he went.

"Clara, your response is the same, merely with the first line as; 'I, Clara Redmond, take you, Jacob Lutz, to be my husband,' of course."

He wrote out the vow once more on a separate sheet, though with said amendment.

 

"Just before the vows, you will both declare intent, and I will ask the greater family if they give their blessing, at which point, Mr. Redmond, you and others of the family present must reply unanimously with 'we do.'" he told Clara's father. "Once that is sorted, you may exchange rings, or items, and say a piece of your own, if you so desire. I will bless the items, then your marriage, and finally, you will be man and wife, given that we have signed the certificate, either before or during the ceremony."

 

The priest took the vows he'd written and moved down from the lectern to pass them to Jacob and Clara. "They aren't too long, so it shouldn't be all that difficult to memorize them."

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"Clara, your response is the same, merely with the first line as; 'I, Clara Redmond, take you, Jacob Lutz, to be my husband,' of course."

 

Jacob smiled warmly at Clara, his heart filling with joy at the thought of it, and catching Aurelian’s eye a lesser, more respectful one.

 

He wrote out the vow once more on a separate sheet, though with said amendment.

 

"Just before the vows, you will both declare intent, and I will ask the greater family if they give their blessing, at which point, Mr. Redmond, you and others of the family present must reply unanimously with 'we do.'" he told Clara's father. "Once that is sorted, you may exchange rings, or items, and say a piece of your own, if you so desire. I will bless the items, then your marriage, and finally, you will be man and wife, given that we have signed the certificate, either before or during the ceremony."

 

Compared to many other undertakings in life, the whole thing seemed ludicrously simple: there seemed to be only one factor that could make it go wrong; the usual one; people.

 

The priest took the vows he’d written and moved down from the lectern to pass them to Jacob and Clara. “They aren’t too long, so it shouldn’t be all that difficult to memorize them.”

 

Jacob glanced down his script, and then folded the paper, and closing his eyes intoned in a sort of sing song voice he used for memorising poems and passages of prose he liked: "So… 'Inthe nameofGod,…. I JL, take you, CR, tobemywife, tohaveandto holdfromthisdayf’rw’rd, forbetterfor worse, forricherfor poorer, in sickness and in health” for some reason he said these words more distinctly, like they were less familiar or didn’t quite fit into his mnemonic process “…toloveandtocherish, untilwearepartedbydeath. Thisismysolemnvow.In the name of God… yeah, I think I got it." He opened his eyes to see everybody staring at him.

 

“What?” he asked, blinking.

 

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The good reverend had the kindness to offer to write down justwhat  it was the couple were going to have to recite from memory and scribbled the words down as he said them too. Clara was grateful for that much. Her dripping sarcasm seemingly had failed miserably on Jacob so she was stuck learning this. Fortunately it did not seem too long or so bad. That is if her nerves didn't fail her. Well, she would just have to find out. Besides, even if she bungled the vows, it could be easily sorted, nothing was going to stop them from getting married!

 

Hearing that all present would have to agree to the marriage gave Clara a bit of a new worry. Unanimous? So it would take only one to ....to scuttle the whole thing? A new thing to be nervous about. Afterall there would be Granny Miggins present.......oh and Arabella too. So far Arabella had been most supportive about the young couple but it was afterall Arabella. Mercurial described the child to a tee.

 

Clara took her copy, "Thank you, Reverend."

 

Then Jacob began to recite the whole thing. Now? Both Redmonds turned their gaze to watch and listen to the little performance. Strange.

 

When he had finished, Clara could only comment, "You are a bit early. This is not the ceremony yet."

 

Since Aurelian could not help with the ring, he then turned to the minister, "What is the cost of the marriage ceremony, use of the church and such? I will pay for it. It is tradition the father of the bride pay for the expenses."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jacob's performance certainly was odd, considering that he had at the least a day or two to prepare, but if he felt it best to recite the script now, then Thomas was hardly in a position to argue. He'd certainly seen stranger reactions to one's wedding vows.

 

"What is the cost of the marriage ceremony, use of the church and such? I will pay for it. It is tradition the father of the bride pay for the expenses."

Ah yes, no doubt the church board would want something out of all this. It was unpleasant, for matters of finance to bar matters of love, but an unfortunate necessity, to keep the things funded properly.

 

"I shall have to check with the board." Thomas told him. "Though as a small affair it will likely be on the lower side of ten to fifteen dollars, simply for the sake of validating the certificate and using the church grounds. Without the fanfare of a choir or elaborate decorations, that is."

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Everybody seemed confused by him practicing the lines: but that was how he usually learned things, he had to repeat them the first time he read them. Of course, he was used to doing that sitting in a barn or on a mountain side, not surrounded by people. He had a lot to learn: he was Clara’s husband to be, no longer just Hayseed the nature boy.

 

"What is the cost of the marriage ceremony, use of the church and such? I will pay for it. It is tradition the father of the bride pay for the expenses."

"I shall have to check with the board." Thomas told him. "Though as a small affair it will likely be on the lower side of ten to fifteen dollars, simply for the sake of validating the certificate and using the church grounds. Without the fanfare of a choir or elaborate decorations, that is."

 

“We’ve got some money!” blurted Jacob, not wanting to seem like some begging pauper “But thank you Sir, I guess we need to save as much money as possible for when the baby comes… she’ll need things.” Unconsciously, he had picked up on Arabella’s pronouncement that the child would definitely be a girl.

 

He was vastly relieved. Only an hour ago Mr Redmond had seemed like the biggest, scariest obstacle to their dreams; now he was part of the solution.

 

“Just one more thing for your notes, Father.” He said sadly “You’d better put down a name for the best man… Hector Wigfall.” He even winced as he said it, there was something about the feller, people just didn’t like him. His sister was kinda strange, too, but you could put your finger on that: she was unattractive, had a bizarre interest in the dead, and looked at you with those beady little eyes like she wanted to do something to you that was beyond the powers of a normal person’s imagination to guess.

 

Heck, though: he was good looking, clever in his way, skilled at his job and played the fiddle (usually enough in itself to ensure popularity) but he just seemed to rub people up the wrong way, somehow. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, Jacob supposed.

 

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"I shall have to check with the board." Thomas replied,. "Though as a small affair it will likely be on the lower side of ten to fifteen dollars, simply for the sake of validating the certificate and using the church grounds. Without the fanfare of a choir or elaborate decorations, that is."

 

“We’ve got some money!” blurted Jacob.

 

Clara glanced at him, shouldn't they save that for....

 

“But thank you Sir, I guess we need to save as much money as possible for when the baby comes… she’ll need things.”

 

Ahh, Jacob suddenly realized the same thing. Clara realized a lot of people probably didn't think much of the gangly farm boy that was Jacob, but they were wrong. He was smart, very smart, and to her he was handsome but both those qualities were less important than he was kind and a good person.  No, she counted herself lucky to have met him.

 

"Yeah, Jacob, you certainly will. Don't turn down any opportunities you get to save money. And besides, like I said, it is the tradition the bride's husband pays for the wedding," Aurelian pointed out very calmly.  One could perhaps see where Clara got her own measured and calm personality from.

 

“Just one more thing for your notes, Father.” Jacob said, “You’d better put down a name for the best man… Hector Wigfall.”

 

Clara had no idea who this was but obviously Jacob did so good enough for her then.  She obviously raised no objection. Now there was ONE final decision though.

 

"Might we have the ceremony tomorrow, Father?" Clara now requested.

 

 

 

 

 

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“We’ve got some money! But thank you Sir, I guess we need to save as much money as possible for when the baby comes… she’ll need things.”

"Yeah, Jacob, you certainly will. Don't turn down any opportunities you get to save money. And besides, like I said, it is the tradition the bride's husband pays for the wedding."

 

Thomas was pleased to see that father and son-in-law-to-be were getting along, or at least were on better terms than they had been some minutes ago. It would make the wedding less tense for sure, and maybe lead to something resembling a friendship in the future.

 

“Just one more thing for your notes, Father. You’d better put down a name for the best man… Hector Wigfall.”

"Of course." Thomas replied, adding the name to the list. Like Clara, Thomas had not yet heard of a Hector Wigfall, and could only assume the best about him, considering that young Jacob was prepared to consider him the legally binding witness to his marriage.

 

"Might we have the ceremony tomorrow, Father?" asked Clara.

"I don't see why not." he said. They had stated that they wanted it to be a quick affair. "So long as you can inform the attendants by then, I'm sure I can prepare the church and a service."

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"Might we have the ceremony tomorrow, Father?" asked Clara.

 

"I don't see why not." he said. They had stated that they wanted it to be a quick affair. "So long as you can inform the attendants by then, I'm sure I can prepare the church and a service."

 

Tomorrow?! Jacob paled. The actual getting married – being married to Clara, why that could happen right now as far as he was concerned; but all this talk of the preparations had made him realise how much real work needed to be done if the affair was not to come off as shabby looking. He wanted Clara to look back and remember the day fondly: simple and rough hewn, maybe, but not a ridiculous shambles. He thought about who the Best Man and Bridesmaid would be, and ridiculous shambles went up a notch on the betting stakes.

 

“Well, time’s getting on, maybe I’d better get rounding up the…” what had the reverend Father called them? “… the attendants. I think Wiggy’ll be at the Telegraph Office, erm, do you want me to tell Arabella, dearest?” he asked the sweetest girl in the world. He knew that Clara had been extremely uncomfortable about their visit to the saloon, even though it was just the back-door kitchen and laundry room. Also, he expected that there would be a great deal of excited screaming at the news, which might not be good for a pregnant woman to have to endure.

 

“And I’ll sort out the ring.” He repeated, hoping somehow that saying it out loud in a firm manner would magically make him able to procure one of sufficient quality in sufficient time. But then again, look at him and Clara: perhaps sometimes wishing did make things so.

 

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So far the clergyman was most helpful even congenial about all this and he did not disappoint this time either when Clara wondered about a possible wedding the next next day.

 

"I don't see why not." the man said,"So long as you can inform the attendants by then, I'm s ure I can prepare the church and a service."

 

Clara nodded, pleased. Aurelian, reluctantly agreeing a quick marriage was for the best though he was sure people would still figure out easily enough the reason behind this sudden unexpected marriage of two people still in the late teens, was going to help his beloved daughter every way he could.

 

"I will go to the butcher and buy us a big ham for the dinner," he spoke to Clara who nodded once more.

 

“Well, time’s getting on, maybe I’d better get rounding up the… the attendants. I think Wiggy’ll be at the Telegraph Office, erm, do you want me to tell Arabella, dearest?” Jacob deferred to his bride to be.

 

"No, if she is to be my bride's mate than I should be the one to ask her, I must also go talk to Emeline," Clara answered.

 

A specific time was settled upon then and the group broke up, each to their own directions, each with things to do.

 

ooc: Good place to end it I think!

 

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As all was rounded up and the discussion seemed to come to a close, Thomas could not help but feel as though he had an obligation to make this a good wedding, at least more so than usual. It would be a difficult time for the young couple, and even with the circumstances surrounding their marriage, it could be a really happy occasion.

 

"Alright, I suppose I'll see you all back here tomorrow afternoon." Thomas said, picking up what notes he had taken, folding them,  and tucking them into his trouser pocket. He'd need to talk to the church board, and announce that there was to be a wedding. There would be no need to mention the couple's history, unless they directly asked, of course.

He gave each of the trio a comforting smile. "It'll be a good day, I think. I believe."

 

and with that, he bid them goodbye, for he still had a gun to finish cleaning.

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