The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1873-02-17
MlNNIE'S WEDDING DAY.

MlNNIE'S WEDDING DAY.
How We got through the dressing in
time, I don't know. That dreadful Miss
NIinkin, the milliner, never sent home
my veil till nearly ten o'clock and MS
soon MS / Ihad pnt my dress on we dis
covered that the said intelligent Miss
NTinlSin had left all tho tackings in. 1t
wnsaquarterto eleven before they began
to put on my veil, and everybody knows
what timo that takes. And there was
poor darling Fred down in the church,
in q terrible state | was certain. He
had come over 80 early. saw him
drive past to the church when l was
only-well, / needn't say how far adj
vanced was in my toilette. Not very
fas / know. After a great deal Of flis-
satiOn, during which l had asked
pipcher-Pipcher is my maid three
times for the powder puff when Imeant
the pins, and four times for my goloshes
when Imoant glOves-oh, deari wlat n
long sentence well, after all this, 1
was ready ut last.
Pipcher pulled out the train Of my
dress to its uttermost length; and leR-
ing its extreme end somewhere near my
bedroom window, proceeded to walk
downstairs, concluding that ], like Bo-
peeps sensible sheep, should manage
to bring my tail behind me.
Down in tho hall was dear papa,
pacing to and fro in q perfect fever Of
excitement, nervousness, and sorrow (;
which. denr GOOD man. lie tried to con-
ceal, but failed misorably. | suppose
he was sorry to be losing his little girl.
Suppose! / knew he was. Was not /
sorry-very, very sorry-to be leaving
him?
He had put ON his gloves twice
already, and had taken them of, and
was proceeding for tho third time to do
likewise, when he discovered that lie
had pair Of shabby old driving gloves,
instead of the whito kids that were
slumbering neglected in his chest of
draws, between ono very high whits
collar and two very large pocket-liand-
kerchicfs. / was by no means in the
sprightly mood in which / mEy now
seem to be indulging. On tho contrary,
I felt particularly sober, quiet and
nervous with great lump surging
ever upwards in my throat, and no
strength at oil in my knocking knees.
We'll, my dear" said papa, fcebly
jocular-" ready at last ?"
And /, having nothing more original
to remark in response, intimated that l
was.
And so of We went The brides
maids had, Of course, gone down to the
church long before. l was great deal
too frightened and 1ustered to say n
word to papa MS he walked along the
garden path, and through the garden
gate into the cllurch.yard. There was
no need for carriages. And, luckily,
the day was mild, though in the win
ter aud bright though mild.
1 cannot attempt to describe the
scene in church, I only saw great,
misty sea OF faces and parti.colored
raiment, and, in tho midst Of II all, my
dear old darling-he's not bit old.
you know, reallyAstanding and looking
very white, inncied, but very loving
all the same.
Tho organist was playing as wemoyed
up the aisle but what, | have not the
faintest conception. The only thing
that / recollect in connection with the
musical portion OF the service was that
the choir seemed to be very tinncces-
sarily long time in getting through the
psalm set forth for tho special service.
I also hayea recollection that / poked
out the wrong finger OF tho wrong hand
to receive the ring, whereat Fred got
very red and tlustered and rs, just at
this juncturc, somebody dropped q
ponderous family prayer book, the
loose leaves Of which huttercd grace
fully inyarious directions, this interest,"
ing portion OF the marriage ceremony
was hardly performed with bctitting
dignity.
However, "all things glad or sad
(Swinbnrnian, isn't That ?)-must have
IN end. So IN end duly came to the
service and, leaning on my darlings
arm, my own true husband now for
teyer and conscious that / was looking
very frightened, but interesting withal
--ior 9re not all brides interesting ~
passed down tho aisle, through the
htonging bright faces, out into the
bright winter noon, up The garden natl
into tho old home, 0an / Sescribe th,
mssihgs, anu cryings, and congratula
tions that took place in one room, orth,
breakfast laid and tile speeches ipado Ii
another; Fred'a short responses, or th,
rector's round rhetoric or. the Rowlin,
Of my darling dog Doddlcs, when Mng
giles, the waitGr we had in from Blani5
t1n-snper-Marc, trod heavily on Ills tail
in yainly ondeayoring to look as thousl
lie, the said Muggles, was not testiSt
the quality Of papa's wine in tho cornol
bellindtho door
Well, II was all over at last. TIL,
final grain q .ic9-.vhich by tho way