The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1889-01-24


sunlight fell on her bonny hair, max
ing it glisten with golden l1stre.
round her sweet ,face,-a face 1t dad
seem then slike Benediction.' And
how proud and grand he looked as he
came from out the grey shadow of the
old church to meet her. 1t was an
odd wedding, my dear, and yesterday
was its anniversary.
"Tell me all about it Nathalie
there's dear good Nathalie please. "
cit is a sad story little one, too sad;
even old woman that l am now l can
not help wondering yet why the good
Lord let such sad trouble come to
us. Our dear Jennie-and Col. Ca
rey! Well, they are together again
at last. l close my eyes AID can al
most see them," she said brokenly,
brushing aside tears that would come
at the painful recollection.
"Nothalie, is Col. Carey, whose fu-
neral was at St. Philips yesterday. the
one you mean-did you know him p
:tYes, that was the same Col. Carey
child and"
"Ah, Nathalie, it must be a story
one of those stories OF the dreadful,
cruel war. Won't you tell me about
it ?"
"Would you like to know, dear ?
Well it happened in ga, and as I've
just said it was glorious day In Oc-
tober, very like this, with just such a
soft haze hanging over the hills. There
were iust such feathery plumes Of gol-I
den rod, and clumps of asters nodding
out there in the sunshine. And how
we'll 1 remember, too, looking down
from this same window at the masses
of chrysanthemums tossing their gor-
geous heads together, and thinking,
in spite of the woe and priv ations, we
still had those lovely autumn beauties
to grace our bridal feast. There were
no orange blossoms, child, at this we'd
ding, not one. The green houses had
long since gone to decay from neglect.
At that troublous time no one
thought of or cared for the rare plants
that had been the pride of the old
home place. So we pinned up our
Jennie's veil, not with the accustomed
odrous orange blossoms, but with
creamy white chrysanthssMlaaas, their
rich, spicy fragrance imparting dis
titled something into the spirits of that
small wedding party. Col. Carey was
off on parole and that day he came
over to the Hall, bringing two of his
friends, officers from the regiment, as
wedding guests.
"Oh, Nathalie, hurry up and get
to the wedding-were they married or
did something happen,-something al
ways does, you known books"
"Look, little one, do you see that
door on the west side at St. Philips
Well, they all went over to the church
and the Col. waited at that door. 1 for
Jennie. A few minutes later they
were standing with Handicapped be-
fore the chancel rail. Think of it
dear-instead of pretty white robed
bridesmaids, there stood near them
young soldiers in their warm suits OF
grey with side-arms for ornament.
Jennie's mother stood near: her look
ing into the sweet face so full of love
and trust as if she would say:
"By all the holy angels, by all the
images of blessedness which pure
and kindly heart creates, there's not
anything more heavenly than the soul
of woman, giving herself to the man
she loves
Our good, old rector, read the mar
riage service which united the two in
the closest earthly bond. / well re.
member how they looked-it was q
pretty picture, the dim church, the
stained windows sitting rainbow Of
color on the little group, the noble
form of tt Col. who held our Jennie'i
hand SO firmly in his own, and-sur
never shone on a fairer or BONNER
bride than Jennie. It was as the
"mating of the eagle with the dove"
Then followed days of festivity. W.
had all homemade dainties and many
makeshifts, for northern things WI
could not get. Our ports were block
AIDED, you know, and our inventive ge
MUS was taxed to devise pretty ant
suitable viands fitting a marriag'
feast. The bride cake was as luscious
I remember, with its filling of driet
figs, cherries, and persimmons as tn
customary plums and citron. Then
there were molds of calves-foot jelly
dainty and quivering, syllabubs fla
vored with orange and lemon,-al
sorts of pretty home made dishes; tip
sy squire. hedge hog, angels food
charlotte russo and lots more, m
DEAR"
"My! Nathalie, such funny names