Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-08-22

months lsaw very little OF him. The
fault was chiefly mine, however, for
Frank seemed to think more OF me
than ever, and often found his card
upon my return from o professional
call. One evening he came and
found me at leisure.
$50 glad to find you in, DOCTOR"
he said; ave come to be congratu.
lated. l am going to marry the
dearest girl in the world, and want
you, my best friend, to wish me JOY"
l did congratulate him heartily
and asked If knew the lady.
mo. l think not" he replied.
"She is Miss Mildred Faye. o MEM
Der of the company at-theatre.
Don't look so surprised. Not nicer
girl lives. A breath of SANDER has
never touched her name. Her father
died when she was about 1S-just
out of school. He was thought to
be very well off-the family had al.
ways lived in good style-but at his
death his wife and two daughters
found themselves almost penniless.
Not even their home belonged to
them. Mrs. Faye, a delicate little
body, unused to work OF any kind,
had no idea as to how they were to
make a living, so Mildred had to
take the lead. Kate, three or four
years younger than she, must be
kept in school, and the three must be
provided, somehow, with food, cloth
ing and shelter. Mildred had been
fairly educated, but not thoroughly
enough to attempt teaching, SO she
determined to go upon the stage.
She had a good deal of experience in
amateur atIicals, and had been
warmly praised for her acting. had
heard of Miss Faye's talent, but
never happened to SIZE her.
At the beginning of this season,
Mildred got her present position. A
very good one, if she was going to
remain upon the stage, which she's
not, you know. She is going to
marry me two weeks from to-day. |
want you and Mrs. keene to come to
the wedding. Only the family, "
young lady friend Of Mildred's and
my dear old partner will he there.
The rooms are too small to have any
one else. We goaway at once. Mrs.
Faye and Kate will take possession
of our house, which am busy FUR
nishing. You know I've never had
much Of a home, and feel awiully
happy over the prospect of having
such nice mother and sister and
the sweetest wife in the world. And
now good-by. Don't forget the
dayy" And the happy fellow went
away as If walking on air.
The appointed hour found myself
and wife knocking ut the door Of Mrs.
Faye's coy little fiat. Frank pre-
scented us to his future mother and
the minister-Mr. Haines, Franks
partner, we knew already-and then
stepped to the door of the next room
and handed out the bride, who was
followed by her sister and her friend.
The bride wore simple white gown
with veil falling over her face. Miss
Duncan, n pretty blonde, was in
blue. Kate Faye, u slip Of a girl,
dark haired and dark eyed wore
pink. The minister soon made the
happy pair one, and after the brides
mother and the young ladies had
kissed and cried over her a little
while my wife and / stepped for ward
to be presented and offer our con-
gratulations.
The new Mrs. Howard was al that
her lovers fond fancy had painted
her. A graceful girl of medium
height, with soft brown eyes, u love-
ly complexion, a sweet mouth about
which played pretty dimples, and
wavy brown hair worn in q heavy
coil at the back OF a shapely head,
and falling in tiny rings upon low,
white brow. When my name was
mentioned she looked up with deep
blush, which quickly receding left her
very pale. In low musical voice
whose tones were strangely familiar
to my ear. she thanked us for our
good wishes.
After some simple refreshments the
bride went away to put on her trav-
cling dress, and as they were about
to depart | stood beside her for
moment. She turned to speak to
her husband, and saw what answer
eu my question:. W mere llau Hedru
that voice." Just below the left ear
was n tiny, star shaped spot, show
ing white through the rosy blush
called up by her husbands tone and
glance.
They went away a happy couple
and returned more in love. if possible,
with each other than before. have
been settled, as you know, in this place
for number OF years. don't SEQ
Frank Howard very often nowadays,
but our friendship has suffered no
change. lido not know though wheth-
err ne and his wife, devoted as they are
to each other, have exchanged con-
fidences on the mustache question or
no. They have made no sign. Nei-
Their have Mrs. Juliette Nj. Babbitt
in Gotham Monthly.