National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1873-02-14
MINNIE'S WEDDING DAY.

How we Eol through lle uFtSSlHp III
time. don't know. That dreadful Miss
Mukin, the milliner, never sent home
nv veil till nearly ten o'clock and as
soon as had put my dress on we dis
covered that the said intelligent Miss
Minkin had left MI the tackings in. 1t
wasa quarter to eleven before they bcgC &.
TO put on my veil, and everybody \ .ows
what a time that takes. And T. re was
poor darling Fred down in ne church,
in a terrible state | W certain. He
had come over so drly. | saw him
drive past to the church when ! was
only-well. | needn't say how far adj
yanced was in my toilette. Not very
far, know. After great deal of fus-
sation, during which | had asked
pipcher-Pipcher is my maid three
times for the powder puff when meant
the pins, and four times for my goloshes
when | meant gloves-oh, dear what a
long sentence = well, after all this, |
was ready at last.
Pipcher pulled out the train ofs my
dress to its uttermost length; and leH
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 the hall was dear papa,
pacing to and fro in a perfect fever of
excitement, nervousness, and sorrow
which, dear good man, he tried to con-
ceal, but failed miserably, | suppose
be was sorry to be losing his little girl.
Supposed 7 knew he was. Was not /
sorry-very, very sorry-to be leaving
him?
lie had put on his gloves twice
already, and had taken them off, and
was proceeding for the third time to do
likewise, when he discovered that he
had n pair of shabby old driving gloves,
instead of the white kids that were
slumbering neglected in his chest of
draws between one very high whit
collar and two very large pocket hand
kerchiefs. l was by no means IN the
sprightly mood in which | may now
seem to be indulging. On the contrary,
| felt particularly sober, quiet and
nervous with great lump surglng
ever upwards in my throat, and no
strength at all in my knocking knees.
Well, my dear" said papa, feebly
locular-" ready at last p
And |, having nothing more original
to remark in response, intimated that ]
was.
And SO off we went. The brides
maids had, of course, gone down to the
church long before. ! was great deal
too frightened and flustered to say
word to papa as he walked along the
garden path, and through the garden
gate into the church-yard. There was
no need for carriages. And, luckily,
the day was mild, though in the win
ter and bright though mild.
scene in church, | only saw great,
misty sea of faces and parti-colored
ralr4ent, and, in the midst of it all, my
dear old darling-hes not bit old.
you know, really-standing and looking
very white, / fancied, but very loving
all the same.
The organist was playing as we moved
up the aisle but what, | have not the
lalntest conception. The only thing
that | recollect in connection with the
musical portion of the service was that
the choir seemed to be a very unneces-
sarly long time in getting through the
psalm set forth for the special service.
also have recollection that poked
ont the wrong finger of the wrong hand
10 receive the ring, whereat Fred got
very red and flustered and as, Just at
this iuncturey somebody dropped a
ponderous family prayer book, the
loose leaves of which futtered grace
lully in various directions, this interest
ing portion of tho marriage ceremony
was hardly performed with BETTING
dignity. hH oi.-II
However, " all things glad or sad
CSwinburnian, isn't that ?)-must have
an end. So an end duly came to the
service and, leaning on my darling's
arm, my own true husband now for
ever and conscious that was looking
very frightened, but interesting withal
for are not all brides interesting ?-l
passed down the aisle, through the
,hronging bright faces. out into the
bright winter noon, up the garden pain
into the old home, Can 1 describe the
klssings, and cryings, and congratuia-
hons that took place in one room, or the
breakfast laid and the speeches made IN
another Fred's short responses, or the
rector round rhetoric or the howIlng
OF my darling dog Doddles, when Mug
giles, the waiter we had in from blank
tton-superMare trod heavily on his taii,
In vainly endeavoring to look as though
he, the said Muggles, was not testing
,he quality of papa's wine in the corner
behind the door
Well, it was all over at last. The
llnal grain of rice-which, by the way,
lodged IN Fred 8 left whisker-had been