The Labor enquirer., 1883-02-17

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who says that she has not tasted chicken
pie for month I am sure that, after
| that, you and Emma will cheerfully dine
off the cold meat. / will likewise take
the sweet potatoes, my love- (another
pet vice of mine, as we shall find bread
very good substitute. When we give,
let it be our best Now, / can't help
being hungry" continued the lady,
piteously, "and when 1 am hungry, | am
cross; so I am afraid I should be very
uncomfortable, and make every one else
uncomfortable among such good people"
81 declare, Emma, you are really too
bad!" said Jessie, laughing in spite OF
herself at her cousins comical express
sion while delivering this TRADE; and I
have a great mind to punish you by not
allowing you to come to the rectory at
all. But here" she continued, as SER
want entered with large bandbox, III
something to divert your thoughts from
your anticipated troubles.
Two exquisite bonnets of white Grape,
trimmed with lilies of the valley, and
made exactly alike, soon sent the mer-
curial Emma into ecstacies of admira-
ton.
lone for each of us, DEAR" said Jessie,
with an efectionate kiss.
"You should not have done this" was
the reply, respectfully after the deficiency
IN your accounts; there, don't look so
reproachfully at me, l promise not to
mention the subject Of accounts again.
But do you know, you little idiot! that
bridesmaids don't wear bonnets exactly
like the bride? How, in the world, are
people to know which is which? You
must let me take out these lovely lilies,
that look so pure and modest, and put
in a staring pink rose, in order to notify
the credu.ous, trusting public that [ am
not Mrs. Herbert Wylie."
"No, mop exclaimed Jessie, eagerly,
promise me that you won't, Emma! You
don't know" said the poor little bride,
trembling all over, chow dreadful that
first Sunday in our own parish seems to
me. ] fancy myself walking up the
aisle with Herbert, and every one point
ing and looking at me, as they whisper,
There's the brideH That is the rectOr's
wife, What do you think Of herY l
know that my face will be the color of a
beet, and l shall not know what [ am
doing. You must promise to be with me
on that first Sunday, like a dear, good
girl, and wear the bonnet like mine"
The amethyst eyes," as her lover
called them, were looking most beseech-
ingly into Emma's dark orbs, who ex-
claimed in delight:
What head it is for plotting, to be
sure. under those innocent looking
waves of auburn hair. Yes, my dear, I,
will enter, heart and hand, into your
diabolical scheme; and l do devoutly
hope that, as no one could possibly take
us for twin sisters, there will ensue a
most delightful state of confusion"
Jessie looked rather alarmed. "Do
you think it would be wrong" she
asked, timidly.
Her cousin Immediately assumed a
solemn expression of countenance. II
always had great admiration" said she,
for that woman who, being reduced to
selling crumpets for a living, added to
herself, after calling out her wares, II
hope to goodness no one hears me-"
Now, if you feel at all uneasy respecting
the deception of your admirably ar
ranged plan, you can pin a slip of paper
on your bonnet with the words, L am
the bride-but please don't see this"
Jessie's pretty under lip had something
of pout, as she exclaimed, Il really
think, Emma, it is very unkind Of you
to tease me so; when am going away,
too !"
The wedding was over, and the we'd
ding trip, which had occupied blissful
month, spent in tounging through quaint,
Canadian cities, and dreaming on the
beautiful waters of the st. Lawrence
and Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Wylie, with
Mr.. Allen Wylie, and Miss Emma
Reybold-the brother of the groom and
cousin of the bride-arrived at the rec
tory on Saturday evening.
Poor little Jessie dreaded the Sunday
ordeal so intensely, that her mischieyous
cousin was quite moved in her behalf;
and when service time arrived, Mrs.
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