The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1871-10-26

the cake was composed. On this oc-
casion the old custom was not depart
/ ed from.
A few days previous to the wedding
day, "Aunt Betsy" had arrived and
assisted at the making of the cake, and
while she was busy in the production
of the most important piece of confec-
tionery which is offered to the wedding
guests on the eyentful breakfast, she
observed to her sister, Mrs. Pierrepoint:
~ have always heard it said that if
the bride wished for good luck during
her married life, she would help to stir
her own cake"
"WelI, | don't know what under the
sun is the matter with Constance" re-
piled Mrs. Pierrepoint; "but | can't
persuade her to do anything"
"Now, that's very strange, and not
at all like Constance" responded Aunt
Betsy. Between you and me, | don't
| like the way she mopes. Now, there's
polly Martin, who's to bemarried to-mor-
row, she's as bright as cricket.
Constance, Constance, Constance" she
suddenly screamed, as she caught sight
of the young lady passing the doorway.
"Now | want you to come in here and
stir your own cake. It's very bad
sign to let somebody else mix it" and
aunty placed in her hands the dish con.
tanning the butter and sugar. Z" | will
whip the eggs as light as a froth, while
you keep at that until it is just the
consistency of cream" she continued.
Constance gave the materials few
very unscientitic turns; and then, with
out a word, pushed the pan on one side,
and hastily left the room.
"Now, what do you make of such
conduct as that ?" inquired her mother,
in evident distress.
lord mussy, don't know; but it
don't mean any good. anyhow. I've
heard mother tell about our sister SUI
san, that carried on just SO for all the
world. She got married at last, and
they went on a wedding tour to Liver
pool, where his folks lived, and you
know she has never been heard of from
that day to this"
Il think it's the going away from
home that troubles Constance | fancy
she would be lively enough if it wasn't
for that iGea," returned Mrs. Pierre
point, whipping the newly laid eggs
until she had formed huge pyramids of
snow foam, and aunty stirred away at
the cake briskly, exercising her tongue
in a similar manner; and by-and-by it
was ready for the big brick oven.
Aunty waited in considerable perturhS
ton to see if the little trial cake was
just as rich and just as black as her
fastidious taste required. Yes, it was
a success.
The day Of the wedding arrived
bright, crisp and clear-one of those
glorious Autumn days just before the
leaves, so gorgeously colored, com
menced to fall.
The evening preceding, Adam and
Constance had spent together, and
both were under cloud He had
nervous headache, and consequently
was not talkative; and she, with his
head in her lap, pressing both little
hands against the aching temples, al
lowed many silent tear to fall.
"Don't be worried about this stupid
pain in my head, darling" said Adam,
noticing her distress. " shall sleep it
off," and Constance babe her lover good
night for the last time-to-morrow the
husband; and for the first time in her
life she left him sobbing.
Aye, that was lovely picture--the
bridal toilet was faultless, but Con-
stances roses had all paled The last
exquisite touch had been given to the
orange blossoms and veil, and Adam
was called to salute Miss Constance for
the last time. He, too, was pale as
death, and walked forward very slowly
and with apparent difficulty. Con
stance, with head bowed, gave him
both of her little white-kidded hands
to press.
For a moment they stood quietly;
then in tone so strange, SO deep, SO
uncarthly as to cause all present to
gaze at him with establishment as he
caught her in his arms, pressing her
tightly to his heart, Adam said: