Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-05-17
CHATTER Nv.
TIE SONG OF VICTORY.

TIE sONb Of NItIOh1.
II was at the beginning Of August, just
after the victory Of Sarrebruck, and while
Paris was stirred and thrilled with dreams
Of conquest, and all ~a-futter with warlike
feeling, that the two sisters were married In
the cathedral Of Notre Dame, on a sunshiny
Saturday morning.
There was no finery at this wedding, no
rain Of friends. Madame Schubert;a young
Journalist and playwright who wrote for
Mortemar's paper: a mlddle-aged gray
bearded artist, who had painted plaques for
some of Durand's cablnet-work--these were
the only guests. The little procession walk
I'd across the bridge in the morning sunlight,
the sisters dressed alike In gray cashmere,
with white bonnets, and each wearing a
cluster Of white roses at her throat. Moth
Ing could be simpler or less costly than this
wedding toilet yet both brides were charm
Ing; neatness, purity, modest contentment
with humble fortunes, were all expressed
In their bearing and costume.
The ceremony was TO be at ten. They
were a quarter of an hour too soon; and
Philip Durand, who loved the grand old
pile with the artists ardent love of fine
artistic work, walked in the shadowy alsles
with his painter friend, and expatiated up
on the beauties Of the building, while Rose
walked by his side, proud Of her lovers
learning and enthusiasm.
Kathleen and CASTOR waited nearer the
altar, the girl kneeliny with bent head and
hidden face, deep In prayer; the lover sit
ting near, dreamily watching the graceful
figure In soft gray drapery, touched with
giintings Of colored light from the old stain
ed windows.
There were no other weddings At that par
ticular hour on that particular morning.
These two couples and their friends had the
mighty fame all to themselves. As the clock
struck ten the organ began to peal, and the
priests came slowly towards the altar In
their rich vestments-for the vessmc-.
worn upon the humbiest occasions at Nolre
Dame are splendid-and the ceremonial be-
gan.
All was over In less than half an hour,
and Kathleen and her sister went back into
the sunshine, out Of the gray shadows, the
magical lights from painted glass, the glory
Of gold, and splendor Of chromatic color.
rs that alp asked Kathleen, looking up
ut her lover-husband. Am i really and
truly your wifep'
Really and truly; and you would have
been Just as truly my wife II we had never
rome further than the Marie"
mo. no, CASTOR; for then Heaven would
have no part In our marriage.
"My sweetest / am content that You
should be content. Women love old-world
fancles."
There was a stand of carriages IN front OF
the church. Philip Dnrand hailed two OF
them, and the wedding-party got In. The
two bridegrooms had planned the day be-
tween them. They were to breakfast atthe
restaurant in the Place de la Bourse, chosen
for the sake Of Its w~Inter-garden, which
rave an air Of prettiness 10 the sordld fact
Of dinner. And just now. too. in this time
Of anxiety and ferment the Bourse was the
central point of Paris, where n could al
ways hear the latest news. just now Paris
lived on tIp-toc, as II were, palpitating,
thrilling with the expectation Of great VIC
tories-an Austerlitz. a Jena: the news
might be flashed along the wires NJ any mo-
ment of the day or night. The telegraph
clerks were waiting, fingers itching to re-
cord the triumph Of Gallo arms. No one
thought Of Waterloo.
The bridal-party drove across the river,
past the Louvre, into the Rue dc RivolL
What meant this new life and movement In
the streets-men running to and fro, women
standing In little group,. laughing. crying,
hats waved In the Air-the wild excitement
Of q r~ace-courseP
Zone would think our happiness had
driven all the world out of their wits, said
CASTOR, with his arm round his wife's slim
waist
There was only Madame Schubert with
them In tAs carrissA kcS usS iasisi~. ~