The St. Cloud journal., 1872-04-11
PART 1I.-NooN:
CHAPTER TX.
WHAT JENNA SAYS.

CHAPIEk lA.
WHAT JENNA SAYS.
It il circumstance never to be
enough aeplored by the female world
that marriages and drawiug-rooms are
broad daylight ceremonies. Mature
necks and faces, that the great, bold
sun makes look as yellow as old law.
deeds, or as the love letters of twenty
years ago, would CLEAN oreamily, wa1i-
ly white, if illumined only by benevo-
lent candles, that seem to see and
make seen only beauties, a.,1 slur over
defects. Even the lilies and roses of
you.h-unlike the smooth perfection Of
their garden types-aro conscious of
little pits, and specks, aud flaws, when
Day holds his great searching lamp
right into their faces. Day 1epudiates
tul'e anQ tarletane they are none OF
his; and, as he cannot rid himself of
them, he retaliates by behaving him
self as glaripgly and unhandsomely as
he can to them. Nature is holding
wedding outside too, apparently at
least, it is all white, white. Heaven
has sent down storm of diamonds in
the night, as a marriage-present to Le-
more; wherever you lo;k there is a
glitter of myriad br;lliants. Last right,
at each iron gate there was high, wide
arch Of evergreens, but during the dark
hours the fairies carried the dlngy
things away, and replaced them by 9TH
ers Of glistening white jewels. They
are 10 bright, SO bright, one cannot
look at them; one turns away with
winking eyes. I fancy that with some
such lustre shines the archwaYs
through wich the Faithful People go
and come in the deathless white City
of God.
There is mystical stir and hustle in
the house everybody but the bride
hos been down to an early breakfast,
and has gone up again to put their best
clothes on. The maid servants are
hurryiug abont the house In uniform
gray gowns and white caps, all except
the ladies' maids, who have the ri ght
of exercising individual will in the
choice Of their magni6cence. The foot.
men have new liveries. The wedding
breakfast is laid out in the dining
room I have been reconnoitering it.
Ono has to look out of the window t6
assure ones self that the season is win.
ter. On the long glittering table sum.
mer and autumn hold their scented
| sway. Regiments Of tall tlowers-both
white and vivid.c .colored shady fern
| forests punches Ct grapes, big as
| those fabulous ones swinging in gill
| over an ale house door, or as the mighty
cluster represented in the illustrations
to cline upon Line" as borne between
two stout Hebrews, slung upon pole
odorous rougb-sklnued pines. l in
dulge in pleased sigh, and glance Al
tho carte, draw slight mental sketol
OF what my own share in tho qanque
will be. Truly, one WAKES gluttonou;
in ones age.
| Nuce then I have been prevailing
such Of the ladies' rooms as intimacy
gives me the enlree to. I have seer
twelve passably fair maids, in twelve
gauzy bonnets, each with a murdered
robin sitting on the top, as delicicatt
tribute to season. Pretty, and clean
and white, the dozen look; but, alas
they will present but drabby:gray ap
pearance by-and-by ut.of:doors, whe'
contrasted with the wonderful blindin!
snow sheet. am not a bridesmaid
have not been invited, nor, if l had
| wou)d 7 have consentad fo ,ntrnle III,
washed out rallor of my face anon!
this plump pink rose garden.
Now have returned to the brid'
chamber, where Sylvia. fully dressed
and apparently laboring under SOM
hailucination as to being herself tn
bride, has usurped the cheval glass a
least, on my entry, I find a pretty littl
figure in violet velvet and svansdown
with bust protruded and semi-dislacatet
neck, gyratiDg slowly before it.
"How extraordinary one does feel il
oolors," she is calculating, with sor
of uneasy competency "but for LIE
nore's sake, nothing should have IN
duced me. I feet quite like fish ou
of water + really can hardly believ
it is my own FACET seems like som
one else's. What fright one does loo
Jemima !"
No contradiction from me.
"Uoes not oEe!"
"Nc, 1 don't think so," reply I, col
! solingly; "nothing out of the way.
don't see much difference"