The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-11-23

8 ''poor relation at that, had only
a travelling case to offer her, but the
dear child was kind enough to say
it was just the thing she wanted.
When John left that night he
handed her a box, which, on being
opened, proved to contain a beauti-
ful watch and chain; and just as We
were going to bed came a messenger
bringing a pair of enameled brace
lets from her Aunt Maria, and a set
of carved coral from Uncle John.
So Meg did not lack for presents,
after all.
Sunday morning rose bright and
clear, and if the old proverb be true.
that Happy is the bride the sun
shines on, surely our darling is des-
tined for happy life. The sky was
unclouded, and the air delightfully."-
cool for a July day. We had our
breakfast and family prayers as usu-
al. There was no hurrying to and
fro of servants, pastry cooks, for
lists, and all the little world that
wedding usually sets revolving; nor
futtering and chattering of brides
maids flying about with frizzing
irons and hair pins, helping to dress
the bride and hindering every one
else thereby. Meg donned her pret-
ty silk, her white hat trimmed with
lavender velvet and white daisies,
and her delicate lavender gloves,
without help, save such as her moth
er lovingly offered, and then we left
her alone for a while.
When she joined us, it was with
such a peaceful, "uplifted" express
sion on her sweet, grave face that it
was evidentshe was not entering in
to matrimony lightly or unadvisedly
but ''reverently, discreetly, advised
ly soberly, and in the fear of
God" as the Prayer Book enjoins.
1 couldn't resist taking her in my
arms (there were no laces and fur
bellows to muss, you know and
giving her a good thug" she so en-
tirely answered to nay ideal of what
a bride ought to be. Then her moth
er took her and cried over her lit
tle-for it was very hard to give up
this only daughter, whom she had
hoped to keep as the stay and com
fort of her old age e-and Dick went
whistling out of t'ae loom, a thing
he was never known to do of 4 Sun
day before.
We found John waiting for us in
the church porch, and Cousin Alice,
who was the nearest approach to
bridesmaid, and was to arrange the
veil at the proper time. These sat
in the pew with Meg and her moth
er, while the rest Of the relatives
found seats rs near as they could.
DR.. Burdick sent word as he came
in, for the or:yanist to play the Wed
ding March, after the benediction.
The services progressed as usual,
and at the close of the last hymn Dr.
Burdick requested the congregation
to be seat ed again after the benedic-
ton As he came down from the
pulpit, the organ struck up the in
dispen sable March" and we began
to form into procession.
As I was the first to go up with
Uncle John, had ample time to OBJ
serve the effect of this "denoument''
upon the congregation, and it was
perfectly comical to see the bewil-
dered way in which they turned to
eacll other with interrogation marks
in their eyes.
Next came Uncle Harry and Aunt
Maria, Uncle Albeit and his wife.
1dr. and Mrs. Milton, Charley and
Kate, Joe and Carrie, Fred and Al
i ce, Dick and his mother, and lastly,
John and Meg, the dear child look
ing very sweet and "bride-y" under
the shimmering 9 folds Of lace which
Alice had hastily tossed over her.
We grouped ourselves carelessly
about, and the good minister pre-
h ounced those oft-repeated get ever
fresh words which make of ''twain
one flesh" Then we marched out
.igain and proceeded directly home,
the family friends accompanying us }
and remaining a short time for con
and explanations. AS
they were all going away, Meg said:
e'Won't you stay to dinner Mr.. /
Warey'
To which John replied, politely |
"Thank you, Mrs. Ware, think !
I will" /
So we settled down for long,
quiet day, every moment OF which I
we tegrudged as it passed, for
though John had promised to bring \
his wife back to US for a while, we
all felt she would never be quite the
same.
Meg and her mother stole away
for an hour OF two after tea, and
when they reappeared, their red
eyes and flushed cheeks we're tell
5ale witnesses OF what their "Sun-
lay talk must have been. Then
We sang some of the old, familiar
hymns, and Meg s Weddingday was
over;
Poverty ior oninv and death are