The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-10
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There is not a quainter, prettier vii
Eage In the southeast Of England than
Harbury Market. At all times of the
year this is true of it. Tn winter, when
the great fens are covered with skaters,
and the streets gay with hunting par
ties, and the houses full of company, Ii
Us beautiful In autumn, when grapes
ripen on every cottage wall, and the hop
fields are full of pickers, it is beautiful !:
and in spring and summer, when the
tah poplars rustic over sweet old flower
gardens, and quiet, sunny streets, it is
still more beautiful.
ann thinking now Of one summer
morning, many, many years ago, when
Shere was q great wedding in Harbury
church. The bride was the rectoris
daughter, and every house had an inter
est III it, / made the carriage drive slow
~ through the village, that I might not
lose the rustling music Of the leaves, the
scent of the wall flowers, and the pleas
ant smiles and good words that came
from every open door.
1t was only s o'clock, and the first
beauty of the day was still untouched.
1 Thoughts when I saw the bride how
Citing it seemed that she should choose
such sweet, untroubled hour, for she
herself was yet in the first blush OF
Girlhood, and fresh and lovely as the
hiy-bells and rosebuds she held in her
ohand. There were four bridesmaids,
*5Ghree young girls and a white haired
woman who was quite old enough to
have been the brides mother.
Somehow it is generally easy to tell
an old maid, but this time was quite
ut fault. Dressed in rich, soft. gray
SILK covered with a mantilIa of white
lace, and cleverly busy in arranging
with exquisite taste the dress of the
bride and her younger maids, took her.
at first, for some sweet naatron of about
40 years of age. [ was amazed when [
found that she was chief bridesmaid and
Miss Abigail Fisher.
She had been very beautiful and she
was still lovely. There was not young
girl at the wedding that lad the subtle
CHARM of this calm browed woman, over
whose pleasant face the dove visibly
iarooded. Her hands put the last grace
full touch to everything; she thought for
every ones pleasure; she was the gentle,
helpful spirit that everywhere presided
: z could not avoid noticing her continu-
aaly, because she SO continually forgot
herself.
T. was glad to see that she was on terms
EFF the closest intimacy with the brides
mother, for the latter was talkative
little woman, who never could resist
telling story or giving friend pleas
ure. So when the bride was gone, and
the excitement over, and she had had a
couple of days to feel lonely in, I took
my crochet one afternoon to the rectory,
resolving that I would stay to tea and
hear something about Miss Abigail
Fisher.
Before I had an opportunity to speak
OF her she came into the rectory parlor.
She had with her two beautiful young
women, who sang and played with
grace and skill Ihad never heard equaled.
AL three staid to tea, and, after an hours
y1dnsio, the rector walked back to the
village with them. Then said, ST like
Miss Fisher; she interests me very
much"
80 Abigail interests every one. Poor
Abagail T.
eWhy do you say 'Poor?'"
&c Because she had great sorrow when
she was young; for that matter, we both
had; only / had Ralph to help me bear
naine; she had only me, and could do
nothing but weep with her,"
''She appears to love you as sister"