The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-10-14
MINNIE'S WEDDING DAY.


How we got through the dressing in
time, don't know. That dreadful Miss
Minkin, the. milliner, never. sent home
my veil till nearly 10 o'clock; and as
soon as / had put my dress on we dis
covered that the said intelligent Miss
MInken had left all the tackings in. It
was l0:45 before they began to put on
my veil, and everybody knows what a
time that takes. And there was poor
darling Fred down in the church, in a
terrible state I was certain. He had
come over so early. [ saw him drive
past to the church when / was only -
well, / needn't say how far advanced I
was IN my toilet. Not very far, I know.
After great deal of fussation, during
which I had asked Pipcher- Pipcher is
my maid-three times for the powder
puff when I meant the pins, and four
times for my goloshes when I meant
gloves. Oh, dear, what long sentence!
well, after all this, / was ready at last.
Pipcher pulled out the train of my
dress to its uttermost length; and leav-
ing its extreme end somewhere near nv
bedroom window, proceeded to walk
down stairs, concluding that I, like b.
peeps sensible sheep, should manage to
bring my tail behind me.
Down In the hall was dear papa, 9ac-
ing TO and fro IN q perfect fever of ex-
citement, nervousness and sorrow, which,
dear good man, he tried to conceal, but
failed miserably. I suppose he was sorry
to be losing his little girl. Suppose! I
know he was. Was not I sorry-very.
very sorTy-to be leaving him
He had put on his gloves, twice al
ready, and had taken them of, and was
proceeding for the third time to do like
wise, when he discovered that he had
pair of shabby old driving gloves, in
stead Of the white kids chat were slum-
bering neglected in his chest of drawers,
between one very high white collar and
8 two very large pocket handkerchiefs. I
was by no means in the sprightly mood
In which may now seem to be indulg-
ing. On the contrary, felt particularly
sober, quiet and nervous; with a great
lump surging ever upward in my throat,
and no strength at all in my knocking
knees. a ag944 ia
g Well, nay DEAR" said papa, feebly
iocular-'' ready at last 2" 16
And /, having nothing more original
to remark In response, intimated that /
was. atf8 s8e a6effef
And SO off I went. The bridesmaids
had, of course, gone down to the church
dong before. ] was a great deal too
frightened and flustered to say a word
to papa as we walked along the garden
path, and through the garden gate into
Whe churchyard. There was no need for
carriages. And, luckily, the day was
nAild, though in the winter; and bright
though mild. g h3lJaf atek N3i
I cannot attempt to describe the scene
In church. Ionly saw a great, misty
sea of faces and parti-colOred raiment,
and. in the midstof it all, my dear old
darling -he's not bit old, you know,
really standing and looking very white,
I fancied, but very loving all the same.
The organist was playing as we moved
up the aisle; but what Il have mot the
faintest conception. The only thing
that recollect In connection with the
musical portion of the service was that
die choir seemed to, be a very unneces-
zsary long time In getting through the
tpssi1n set forth for the special purpose.
4 also have q recollection thet i poked
cut the wrong finger of the wrong
hand 10 receive the ring, whereat Fred.
got very red and fustered and as,
Just at this iuncture, somebody dropped
q ponderous family prayer-boolx, the
loose leaves of which futtered gracefully
IN various directions, this interesting
portion of the marriage ceremony was
hardly performed with BETTING dignity.
However, 8 all things glad OF. sad"
must have an end. So an end duly came
to.the service and,i leaning on my OAR
ling arm, my own true husband now
forever; and, conscious that was look
ingvery frightened and interesting with
aI-for are not all brides interesting? I
passed down the aisle, through the
tllronging faces, out into the bright win
ter noon, up the garden path into the
old home. Can / describe the kissing.
and crying, and congratulations that took
place in one room, or the breakfast laid
and the speeches made in another;
Fred's short response, or the doctors
rounded rhetoric; or the bowling of my
z~-l;.,o-'r dor nnddlas when MuC0les