Daily Republican., 1888-03-30
MY WEDDING DAY.
BY NANNIR BEATTY.

L Am on my kn6ee before my trunk,
the trunk which contains my wedding
trousseau. My mother and sistero stand
lovingly by, giving me such help 40 1
require.
The tears are falling thick and fast
over my work, for tomorrow will be
my wedding day, aud sbsll leave the
dear, happy hums OF my childhood.
Everything Ia iu at lsst, and l olose
tho lid. No, here IL bottle OF ltniment
which Bridget hAa Riyen her dear
young misternsB" IA case Of sprains.
l tuck 1t in among my handsome silk
drtsseB, and arise from my knees With
fesl!ng OF uatisfa9,ion that my work
is done.
There Is ring OF the door. know
| 1t 10 jack; go run down and open the
door with o emils OF welcome, which
quickly disappears as l behold, moi
jack, but a servant, who hands me .
bouquet of hethoues flowers, and a note
with Mr.. Stuart's eomplimenta."
The n0te Ia short and unsatisfactory
only telling me that he capnos see me
to-day, as la II Obliged 10 no ont o
/ town. bat IL Ia from Jack; 80, Of course
kiss 1t and put 1t In my bosom, Ruo
then run to put my flowera Ia wafer.
This Is hardly done when the door
bell rings again. Tnis Tins 1t Is Teddy
LAthrope, dear old Ted, whom l have
known all my life.
He comes Ia aud g-ests me In bis us
ual abrapt fashion, and settiny chair
for me, places himself directly in front
of me.
"Well, how DO ycu feel, Nall ?" hs
Says, with an lt,ampt al ltghtnesa IL
which ha utterly isil5
"Eeel2 Why, with my fingers, Ted
don't you 2" sag, gegly, feeling tha
am making very ally speech.
'Yes, L feol II &c the tIps OF my 90
gers" Ted Maya rather sAVeRely.
ut" nsan9 my wedding, | know
Tad Is bitter about 81; be does not lik,
Jack. There la an awkward pause, 4
very awkward pause, Ted has placed
himself In such a way before me TIL
cannot lock up without loohin,
straight into his eyes, which are fixed
very earnestly ON me.
'.I wish you Wou. d novel" say pct
tishty.
He makes no answer. nor does b,
( move, only to lean forward and say,
Earnestly:
Nell do you love this fellow
Stuart"
"Why yes, Ted, suppose 30, else why
should marry him?" l say, with i
short uneasy laugh.
Ted 10 terrible when he is In such an
earnest mood.
Good bye, Nell"
Are you goina?" l ask, in surprise.
Eyes" he sutwsrs shortly.
won't yon stay To- Bat he bAs
gone and left mo staring blankly Mt the
door. "Poor Ted, l wonder what's the
matter with him2 hops he'll be In .
neiter humor to morrow l say as
ran lightly upstairR.
Have you left Ted all alone? /
must 90 down and ses him. my sister
says.
HE has gone."
"Gontp and thon she muBt see bv
my isos that l want to DO alone, 60 she
leaves me
My wedding morning has come; IL ia
beautiful morning, morning such ms
poets dream about end painters vainly
Try to put upon the CANVAS.
"Blessed he the bride whom the sun
shiDes onl' exclaims NY sister, as she
runs ia and Risses me.
Then we 90 doHn to breakfast, the
last shall eat In the dear old house for
many day, for Jack and Are going
afToSd for n year or two.
l am to be married At IL O'Clock, md
they tell me that have an hour to do
what please In.
AT my request they lehve mo alone.
and wander around, thinking that so
minutes never ssemed so long.
wouder what Jack Is doinR2 II he
10 as rsstless as | am? | open the plano
aud try To play, but my fingers are
stiff, and make sad work Of 1t.
l so and throw my arIns around dear
papa's Heck and klts him over and over
assin, asking him II he Is "sorry to lose
his littla Neil"
AT last they tell me 1t is time to get
dressed, and go up stairs.
Eleven o'clock, and jack has not
come. The guests ara Assem- bled In the
drawing AID the ministers are
waiting with thtlr Ioba5 on.
am still up, stairs. very nervous and
pala. One OF my bridesmaids wants to
put little rouge on my oheeks, but l
will not let her.
Quarter past eleven. half past, quar-.
ter of twelve. still Jack hasn't come,
The guests are getting restless,
WhsS can be tho matter? They have
ssnt = messenger over to the hall. Liz.
zio has gone down to speak to Ted. who
In standing just outsida the dra wing.
room door, looking any thing bat happy.
foor Ted, feel sorry for himl
This messenger has returned. run
haR way down the stGlrs to hear what
he says:
.Mr Stuart tas gone abroad; he
sailed this morning." oopIes dissin otl y
to me from the hall.
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