Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1883-01-26
A TEST OF LOVE.
The Memorable Wedding Of the Chicago
Horse Reporter.

A"o A"o'"VI "UAc VtuuAug Vi the Cn1cASO
Horse Reporter.
Henry Tenyck White, the author
of the Gwendolin Mahaffy romances in
the Chicago Tribune, and formerly
sporting reporter on that paper, hav-
ing been married few DAYS ago at
Milwaukee to Fannie Driscoll, whose
poetical illusions have swarmed in
the newspapers for few years past,
the Chicago Herald describes the
wedding in Mr.. Whites own style as
follows:
My nose itchcs."
These words lightly spoken, came
love laden from the rose-red lips,
parted slightly to show the teeth
cleaning like ivory in the beauteous
mouth of Gwendolyn Mahahy, as she
stood in the center of the spacious
drawing-room of the old baronial
house of her father, the eighth Duke
of Milwaukee. 1t was Gwcndolyn's
marriage day. She had just been mar
RED to the horse reporter, and the
mansion was ablazc with the youth
and beauty of the town. In the cen
ter of the room stood the happy
couple, surrounded by their young
friends, who showered their congratu-
Iations upon Them. Gwendolyn looked
proudly happy by the side Of her hus
band, as the sun of the bright Decem-
Der day shone through the huge an
tique window and broke upon her
golden hair in thousand ripplcs.
Her dress was a marvel of dead-white
Ottoman silk and rose-point duchess
lace. The court train was finished
with full Russian ruche tackled on
with pendants of cut crystal. The
front was cut in battlements that re-
vealed plaitings of satin encrusted
with crystal and tinsel. The tablier
was draped with II forty-inch nounce
caught up on the left side with an i'm
mense barb of brilliants. The bodice
was concealed by azouave jacket-one
mass of gi.ttering crystal This was
fastened over the low corsagc with
cluster of diamonds beneath which
was a large, loose bouquet of Baron
de Rothschild roses. Unlressed kid
gloves encased hands and arms, and
fastened to the shoulders by semi
circle of gems. She wore a demi-
veil which covered her face, and car
ried on her arm retcule in the form
OF shield, wrought in orchids, while
her hands were engaged with fancy
filagree smelling bottle and fan,
marvel of lace and of Ceylon pearls.
One by one the guests paid their re-
spects and departed, last among them
being Beryl McMurtry and Aristides
Mulcahey, the bridesmaid and the
best man. At length the bride and
groom were left alone, and when he
had encircled her waist with his arm,
he paused and asked with tones
choked with emotion:
"Would you do anything | should
ask of you, lovc?"
She did not answer at first, bat sud-
denly nestled herself against his
great, manly breast, and murmured
softly:
"Why, darling. you know | would!
What is it,"
After moment of agonizcd hesita-
ton he leaned over her, his face be-
traying his firm resolve and his lips |,
almost touching her beautiful hair
as he Kissed into her ear the balcful
words:
"Promise to write no more poetry"
Without raising hcr head the beau
tiful girl slipped limp and helpless
from his arms and fell on the floor
with a dull, sickening thud.
81 have knocked her out in four
rounds" he said, and began rolling a
cigarette.