Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-05-28

book Of those days. / don't read about
our own girls now, nor get into half the
state of excitement that I did over those
girls whom | never have known. / used
to think, "Oh, if / only could be a city
girl, and go to city school, how much
and how fast should learn /" But now.
with the experience l have had of both,
feel that my training up yonder in the
public school gave rae mere OF . notion
than anything ever learned here. There
is so much to hear and see in city that
schools the last thing child has interest
in /; but there it was our only place to GO.
One of our girls was married the
other day one of our prettiest
girls, May Folger. She married
young DIR. Breyfogle, the handsomest
young man in San Jose and the flowers
were-oh, lovely as lovely as the bride.
They came by the barreliul from San Jose,
and the house was filed with them. The
newell post was hidden in fragrant decora-
ton, and all along the banister up the stair
lay garland that reached to the dressing
room of the sweetest flower of all There
is something so pathetic and so beautiful
about q marriage that it comes next Ia its
solemnity to funeral. People are always
talking about the lottery of it, and how
the two tire OF each other, and how men
are brutes and women are scolds; but |
find that most of the people know love
each other yet, and. the woman with her
children watches at the window and the
man hastens home, and they are glad they
chose each other. There is something
about a woman
LOWERING on THE BRINK OF MARRIAGE
That makes her almost as much an object
of interest as though she were a bride
indeed. There seems something which
Saucelito boat the other day l met young
English girl l knew was to be married in q
week. couldn't help but look at her, feel
ing that she lived in strange, other
world. l wanted to come close and see If
she drew her breath as usual, but was kept
away, and fancied brilliant finn, caused
by her condition, had come across her
eyes. l observed her dress as though it
had been a trousseau, yet l knew it
for an old dress. 1t was navy blue,
the skirt in tucks to meet the
pleated waist, and her belt and cuffs and
collar were embroidered in blue forget-me-
nots and shades of old gold wheat. Her
hat was a turban with roses in it. How
unfamiliar it had grown since last l saw it
all EDO you realize that you are about
to be married % / said, in the awe-struck
whisper with which one generally puts the
catechism. She was going over to her
English friends in Saucelito. How inter-
ested was in her A great many En-
glish people live in Saucelito, and when
you call there they give you breakfast tea
in the middle of the afternoon, OCCASION
ally offering glass of wine. 1t seems so
sociable, and you couldn't very well go
away and talk about them after drinking a
cup of tea. The Episcopal church there is
| Just new, and it is very like the Church of
England, and it seems different from our
churches over here. There are some
charming residences too, very
BOWERS OF LEAVES
Aud flowers, and from the verandah of
every one of them the water seems so near
it looks as if you might leap into it. 1t is
a calm, quiet place to live, and on soft days
lies wrapped in dead stiffness it were bar.
| barous to disturb with sound. Up on the
hills, the people about the boat houses be-
low look strangely busy, and when the va
rious clubs go over the music and jolhty
and clam chowder seem of San Francisco
and not of Saucelito. But people go over
there and break the Sabbath into little bits,
getting poisoned with poison oak, and the
residents live in no Sleepy Hollow, but
have Germans and dance the racket and
the Alaatian, but it seems as If they ought
to sit idly on verandah looking at the
water. KATE HEATH.