The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-10-15
MINNIE'S WEDDING DAY.

How We got through the dressing in
time, l don't know. That dreadful Miss
Minlun, the milliner, never sent home
my veil till nearly 10 o'clock; and rs
soou "a | had put my dress ON we dis
covered that the said intelligent Miss
Minken had left all the tackings in. 1t
was :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 l was certain. He mad
come over so early. | saw him drive
past to the church when I was only
well, l needn't say how far advanced |
was II my toilet. Not yer; far, know.
After q great deal of fussation, during
Which ! had asked Pipcher-Pipcher is
my maid-three times for the powder
pGil when | meant the pins, and four
times Tor my goloshes when / 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 It's extreme end somewhere near nv
bedroom window, ! proceeded to walk
down stairs, concluding that l, like Bo-
peeps sensible sheep, should manage to
bring my tail behind me.
Down III the hall was dear papa, pac-
ing to and fro III perfect fever of ex-
element, nervousness and sorrow, which,
dear good man, he tried to conceal. but
failed miserably | suppose he was sorry
to he losing his little girl. Suppose! L
know he was. Was not / sorry-verv,
very sOrry-to he leaving him?
VI boH mt ON his cr1Ox,oe q
ready, and had taken them off, and WAS
proceeding for the third time to do like
WISE when he discovered that he had q
pair Of shabby old driving gloves, in
stead of the white kids that were slum-
bering neglected in his Guest of drawers,
between one very high white collar and
two very large pocket handllerchiefs. |
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 great
lump sllrging ever upward in my throat,
and no strength at all in my knocking
knees.
Wei, my dear" said papa, feebly
iocular-" ready at last 2"
And ], having nothing more original
to remark i'll response, intimated that 1
was.
And so off / went The bridesmaids
had, Of course, gone down to the church
long before. ] was n great deal too
Enlightened and clustered to say word
TO papa as we walked along the garden
path, and through the garden gate into
the churchyard. There was no need for
carriages. And, luckily, the day was
nild, though i'll the winter; and bright
though mild.
| cannot attempt to describe the scene
III church. ] only saw a great, misty
sea of faces and parti-colored raiment,
and. in the midst of it all, my dear old
dariing-he's not a bit old, you know,
really-standing and looking very white,
/ fancied but very loving all the same
Yhe organist was playing as we moved
APP the aisle; but what | have not the
faintcst conception. The only thing
that I rocollect in connection with the
musical portion OF the service was that
the choir seemed to be very unneces-
sary long time in getting through the
psalm set forth for the special purpose.
also have recollection that poked
out the wrong finger of the wrong
hand 10 receive the ring, whereat Fred.
got very red and clustered; and as,
Just at this iuncture, somebody dropped
ponderous family prayer-book, the
loose leaves of which fluttcred gracefully
IN various directions, this interesting
portion of the marriage ceremony was
hardly performed with bcfitting dignity.
However, call things glad or sad
must have an end. SO an end duly came
to the service and, leaning on my dar
ling's arm, my own true husband now
forever; and, conscious that i was look
ing very frightened and interesting with
al-for are not all brides interesting
passed down the aisle, through the
thronging 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 i'll one room, or the breakfast laid
and the speeches made in another;
Freds short response, or the doctors
rounded rhetoric; or the bowling of my
darling's dog Doddles, when Muggles,
the waiter we had in from Blankton.