The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-02-27
CONsTANCE's WEDDING.

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from that day, and Constance Pierrepont,
the belle of the county, and the only daugh-
ter of one of the wealthiest farmers in
Devonshire, was to join hands, for better
OF worse, with young Adam Gray Squire
Gray's only son.
Constance was passionately fond of her
country home, and the thoughts of leaving
it panied her more than she cared to have
those about her know; but her parents had
promised to spend the greater part of the
winters with her, and she and Adam were
always to pass their summers at the old
home, so that the separation would not be
so very terrible after all; but, strange to
say, the maiden's eye were always ready
to overflow. In some mysterious manner,
Constance commenced to feel homesick be-
fore leaving the parental roof.
"IfI didn't know how well you loved
Adam Gray, my child, l shonld think you
wanted to back out of this business, " said
Mr.. Pierropont, drawing his daughter to
his knees, and attempting to look under
the dropping lids.
Constance tried to smile, but broke down
completely. 10 In-I @ ..F u
81 am foolish, father, and don't pet me
any more wonder if every girl feels so
sadly at leaving her home, Sometimes
fancy it must be more than that, Perhaps
it is foreboding of evil. Coming events
east their shadows BEFORE this may be one
of the shadows"
"Nonscnsc, Constance! Never give way
to superstitious delusons. 1t would be
strange if you were not thoughtful, and
even sad, in anticipation of this event. You
are about to take aman with all his failngs
remember that, Constance; how many,
Won can form 10 idea, because it is just as
true as you live that a couple may court a
hundred years, land yetnot become acquaint-
ed with the defects in the secret springs
that keep the strange machinery moving.
Counting is dcceitful business, and it is,
perhaps, wise that it is so. Adam never
saw you cry and pout because | thought
You had silk dresses enough without the
last expensive one you had set your heart
upon buying. You never heard Adam
swear at his tailor for msfit, or scold be-
cause button was missing. You'll find
he's got failings you never suspected, and
he'll discover that his little wife is not as
perfect as his fancy painted her.
Constance commenced to sob. ..H
81 think you love one another very fond
ly, my child, and love, which is boundless
charity, covers a multitude of sins"
A few days previous to the wedding-d day
"Aunt Betsy had arrived and assisted at
the making of the cake, and while she was
busy in the production of the most impor-
tant piece of confectionery which is Offered
to the wedding guests on the eventfuI
breakfast, she observed to her sister, Mrs
Pierrepont- ....
81 have always heard it said that if the
bride wished for good luck during her mar.
lied life, she would help to stir her owr
cake.f ...t..,
"Well | don't know what under the sur
is the matter with Constance y replied Mrs
Pierrepont; "but l can't persuade her to
do anything"
"Now, that's very strange, and not al
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 be married tomorrow, 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 il
here and stir your own cake. It's a very
bad sign to let somebody mix it," ant
Aunty placed in her hand the dish contain
ing the butter and sugar. 81 will whiI
the eggs as light as a froth, while you keel
at that until it is just the consistency o
cream" she continued.
Constance gave the materials few yer!
unscientiflc turns; and then withouta word
pushed the pan on one side, and hastil!
left the room. h}'
0Now what do you make of such conduc
as that ?" inquired her mother, in eviden
distress.
"Lord a Massey don't know; but i
don't mean any good, anyhow" " '.|
81 think it's the going away from hom
that troubles Constance. fancy that sh
would be lively enough If it wasn't TO
that idea, returned Mrs. Pierrepont, whip
ping the newly-laid eggs until she ha'
formed huge pyramids of snow foam, am
Aunty stirred away at the cake briskly, eN
ercising her tongue in similar manner
and by and by it was ready for the bi