The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-03
" B1OoMF1ELD PA. TUESDAY, DECEMBER g. 1878

event; but in that case they must be
married in church, and receive their Wis.,
itors-well, where should they receive
themp
The end of the matter was that a
quiet little wedding at the cottage, with
a few of their nearest friends, and after
that few weeks journey, was decided
on.
The bride wore plain muslin and
tulle veil, but persons learned in such
matters might perceive that both these
were of wonderful fineness; and the
young friends who were admitted to
assist at the mysteries of the toilet were
in raptures over Anne's satin corsets,
silk stockings and embroidered bed linen.
Only one thing had failed, and that was
orange-blossoms. Not one was to be had,
for love or money. This mishap brings
us back to the question, How would
cherry blossoms do ?" and the BRIDES
absent admission, 1--WE might try?"
Miss Meeta put her head out the
chamber-window, and scanned closely
the great pyramids of snow bloom that
stood stepping themselves in the warm
sunshine, and indolently yieldinga drop
of honey here and there to the bees that
only seemed to make the silence greater
with their buzzing. She stretched her
arm out and tried to reach a branch,
thereby soaring away two golden robins
that sat motionless on a twig, and SEEM
ed looking in at the chamber-window
but the branch was too far away.
eff could see some one," murmured
the brides sister, glancing up and down
the road; and mmediately-having her
wish-beckoned to little girl who was
sauntering up and down the hill. The
child had been looking at the house, and,
seeing the lady beckon, hesitatingly APP
proach the gate.
"Rose Paulier," the lady called out,
in apleasant but peremptory way, come
in herel"
The child opened the gate and enter
ed the yard, her lustrous eyes of dark
hazel steadily fixed on the lady as she
went timidly up the smooth gravel
walk, and no sign of a smile gathering
on her pale and wistful little face.
"Now, Rose" Miss Wilson said,
when the child had come within easy
hearing" you do something for me, land
will give you slice of wedding-cake.
You go up the steps into that big cherry
tree, and pick this basket full of bios
SONS and buds, and be quick about it,.
The little girl, who did not seem to be
more than nine years old, caught the
basket the lady threw her, and, crossing
the yard to an enormous cherry-tree in
which an arbor had been built, went up
the steps, and gathered punches of buds
and flowers, choosing the fairest AS
she descended from the tree, she saw
that Miss Meeta was leaning out of the
window and watching her.
"Come right up here with them," the
lady said.
The child obediently, but with the
same air of mingled dreaminess and
timidity went softly in at the open front
door, crossed the entry, and stole up the
stairs appearing presently at the door of
the young ladies' chamber.
"That's good girl ~ said Miss Will
son, approvingly, taking the basket of
flowers. "Now you may stay and see
the bride dressed"
The bride, who had a smile for every
body, had one also for the little bare
footed, coarsely clad girl who had
brought her bridal garland, and who
stood just within the threshold, gazing
with admiring awe at the lovely, white
robed figure before her.
&C. do believe, - said Miss Meeta, in
detached manner, as she fastened bunch
after bunch of the delicate flowers in her
sisters veil, 81 believe that these are
going to look lovely"
There was an admiring chorus. The
cherry blossoms proved to be an exquis-
itely beautiful substitute for the bridal
orange-flowers.
I" Bless me !" cried Miss Meeta, glanc-
ing from the window at the sound of
quick step on the gravel-walk. Here
is the doctor. You're all ready, Man.
must run and get my dress on"
AS she disappeared through one door,
Doctor Thayer appeared at the other and
stood there moment, silent and smiling,
looking at his bride, who blushingly al
lowed his inspection. Doctor Thayer
cOuld not have been much over thirty
and perhaps was scarcely that age. He