The day I met Mr. Harris J. Fern was the day when my misfortunate life became even worse. Of course, I was aware of his existence, but only as father's western business partner nothing more. The evening before my marriage to Mr. Fern my mother had told me of my suitor and handed me an ornate engagement ring. A elegant design reminiscent of something Marie Antoinette might wear on her pretty, little finger.
I put it on and we went on our journey. Mr. Fern lived in California, but mother informed me that our wedding would be in New Orleans. He grew up there, but the call for gold had moved Mr. Fern westward. My father told me that I
The day I met Mr. Harris J. Fern was the day when my misfortunate life became even worse. Of course, I was aware of his existence, but only as father's western business partner nothing more. The evening before my marriage to Mr. Fern my mother had told me of my suitor and handed me an ornate engagement ring. A elegant design reminiscent of something Marie Antoinette might wear on her pretty, little finger.
I put it on and we went on our journey. Mr. Fern lived in California, but mother informed me that our wedding would be in New Orleans. He grew up there, but the call for gold had moved Mr. Fern westward. My father told me that I