The will of T.W. Glutz provides that his bashful nephew, Hank, will inherit the entire estate if married by 2 P.M. of a certain date. Hank loves a girl who lives fifty miles away, but his uncle's executor, a lawyer, arranges a marriage with a somewhat antiquated home product. At 1 P.M. on the appointed day, Hank is sleeping off the effects of the night before. He wakens with a fever, a raging thirst, and an awful taste, when the lawyer enters and tells him the bride is waiting. "And my heart is fifty miles away," sadly muses Hank. At the home of the bride-to-be all is ready and everyone present except the prospective groom. If Hank does not arrive in fifteen minutes, the estate will go to endow a home for aged chauffeurs. The door opens. Hank and the lawyer arrive, the clergyman is ready, when Hank exclaims, "Oh pshaw, I've forgotten the license." Hank and the lawyer start for the city hall. The chief clerk, who is deaf, is tuning an organ. He demands two dollars for the license.
