The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-04-06

| Iorm was TOO strong upon him for much
labor to be thought of, and he soon
drifted to the city and its rentals, and
Jim became more than ever the gov
ernor's factotum.
But that trOSSeau. After many de-
lays, and the building of a suite of
rooms, which Yours Truly furnished
just to suit herself, in such a way as no
girl Of the period could have hoped to
do if she had not been blessed with her
own money, 1t became necessary to pro-
vide something suitable to wear on the
suspicious Christmas occasion, when
she should take upon herself the re-
sponsibilities of connubial blessedness.
Now, guess what her wedding outfit
was, Mrs. D., and what it cost, if you
can!
Yours Truly desires to be buried, when
done with this married life, in the same
white habiliments in which she began
it. So, the first thing chosen was a fine
suit of pretty, embroidered undercloth-
ing, including, not dozens, but a set of
everything lady wears. Where's the
use of dozens, to mildew, or get out of
fashion? Better keep your money to
make you comfortable. Then white kid
shoes and gloves-to be buried in, as
we'll as married, please remember; and
if the life is as pure and good as it fought
to be, the burial will be as joyous to the
spirit as its bridal. The dress was of the
finest, softest, purest, whitest nansook,
trimmed in the best and prettiest thread
laees, and made up by Yours Truly's
own fingers in the latest and most be-
coming manner, with flouncings of its
own material, and bows of lace and
muslin caught up with orange bios
SONS here and there, in the puffs and
bunchings of the overskirt and sleeves.
A veil of the finest quality of linen illu-
sion, costing ten dollars, and the thread
lace with which it was edged, thrice as
much, was the only seeming extrava-
ganee; yet when Yours Truly was ar
rayed for her bridal, with dear, dark
eyed, weather bronzed and handsome
jim by her side, in the new suite of
rooms which were to be theirs, and
theirs only in the days to come, and the
guests were waiting ia the parlors and
the minister had come, and we gazed
together in the broad mirror and Yours
Truly marked the effect of her costume,
in which there was no vestige of sham,
do you wonder, Mrs. D., that beyond
the floating veil and spotless orange
blossoms, beyond the dress and gloves
of snowy white, beyond the holly berry
and the mistletoe, she caught vision
of fifty years in the future, when these
dainty robes, yellowed, but not injured
by age, shall encase the shriveled, cast
off shell of one well worn in the battle
and toll of life, who, having climbed it's
steep activities, and quaffed its many
draughts of diversified experience, shall
gladly hear the welcome plaudit, sit is
enough, come higher?"
"Sad thoughts for bridal eve," you
will say, perhaps, but Yours Truly
thinks, mot So"
The bridal is over now. The guests
are gone, and we two are domiciled in
our new quarters, while mother and the
governor rely more upon themselves for
company and comfort than has been
their wont, and the willing Chinaman
assists in the kitchen, and Yours Truly
works everywhere, There are no more
hours of loneliness. There is no more
signing over nobody knows what, and |
Yours Truly folds her elegant and yet
simple bridal suit and lays it reverently
away, to be used again only at her COM
ing burial, when she and her own
anointed shall be separated for season,
to be reunited in that Upper Country,
where,
with whitest robes and unsoiled hands,"
We may begin anew the glad endeavor
of immortal life.
That not only our married years, but
those of all who read these columns, |
may be never-ending and yet always
changing honeymoon, is the bridal
wish of YOURS TRULY.