The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-11-01
nlanitomof pilot.
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1888.
Your Matchmaking,

Tomorrow will be your wedding-day.
The feast is prepared, the guests hidden,
| and all things made ready
In the pockets of your vest is the tiny
box containing the golden talisman
which is to change all your future life.
How your heart beats with glad, tu-
multuous throbbing at thought of the
shining circlet resting just above it, and
how absurdly happy you have felt ever
since the wonderful thing has been in
your possession.
The clerk in the jewelers. store saw
through the elaborate unconcern of
your air, and was no whit deceived by
the careless tone in which you asked for
plain gold rings. Wedding rings, sir?"
he questioned, with sympathetic smile,
as he handed you the box. Then with
what interest he watched you fit the gilt
tering band on your smallest finger, Civ
ing advice as TO weight, size and style
with kind friendlipess.
Out on the street, after your purchase
was made, what delicious thrills kept
tingling through your veins, and what
warm sunshiny feeling there was
about your heart.
In the eXuberance of your Joy you
could have embraced the whole world,
and three times you went out of your
way to help tired, frightened children
over the crowded crossings. In the
street-car you surrendered your seat to
the stout woman with the big market
basket, without a rebellious thought, and
stood on the platform with the driver
contentedly for fifteen long blocks. Lit
tie beggar girls reaped from you an
abundant harvest, and lively, impudent
boot-blacks regarded you as their legit-
innate prey. Sitting in your armchair
now, in your solitary bachelor apart
ment, soon to be solitary and bachelor
no longer, you take the tiny casket from
your pocket, and, with the golden band
between your fingers, fall adreaming of
| the things to be-
Deep down in the sanctuary of your
heart is cherished the VOW to love, pro-
tect and cherish with all honor and ten
derness the woman this circlet binds to
you forever.
How earnestly and faithfully you plan
to shield and guard her, striving ever to
advance in truth and nobleness so that
your breast may always be fitting
tender reverence you touch with your
lips the shining token of the bliss to be,
| as you murmur a prayer in your heart
| that God will bless the glad, new life
and make and keep you worthy of the
| little hand so soon to wear your we'd
ding-ring.
In your reverie in the deep armchair,
! love holds aloft fairy mirror, and pic
lures all the mOrrow's scene. In fancy
you behold the dear form clad in flow
ing snowy garments and enveloped in
flimsy cloud of lace, floating beside
YOU up the aisle of the stately old
| church. The graceful dropping head is
crowded with orange flowers, and in
the beautiful eyes is tender luminous
shining. Around the sweet lips PLAYS
quivering smile like an April sun
shine, and the hand on your arm trem-
| bles a little.
The grand solemn ceremony begins
which binds her fair young life to yours,
| for JOY or grief, veal or woe, till death
shall break the link, and as the words
fill your ears you realize with grateful,
awed intensity that a grand, wonderful
responsibility and power over the hap
plness Vi d HulnaH lie 10 given lnto your
keeping.
Then you walk dreamily down the
aisle and are driven home, where you
partake of the wedding breakfast and
make a speech of thanks when the
health of the bridal couple is proposed,
| with only a vague, indistinct notion of
what you are doing, for heart and brain
are filled to Overlooking with the glad
| exultant consciousness that the wonder
full white-robed creature beside you is
| your wife, and that on the third finger
of her hand CLEANS your golden we'd
ding-ring.