The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1890-05-16
CHAPTER Nv.

II SONG OF VICTORY.
1t was ut the beginning of August, Just
after the victory Of Sarrebruck, and while
Paris was stirred and thrilled with dreams
Of conquest, and all ~a-tlutter with warlike
feeling, that the w sisters were married in
the cathedral of Notre Dame, on a sunshiny
Saturday morning.
There was no tinnry at this wedding, no
rain of friends. Madame S%chubcrt;a young
JOURNALIST and playwright who wrote for
Mortemar's paper; a middle-aged gray
bearded artist, who had painted plaques for
some of Durand's cabinet-work--these were
the only guests. The little procession walk
ed 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; %ncatness, 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 aisles
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 gill kneeling with bent head and
hidden face, deep in prayer; the lover sit.
ting near, dreamily watching the graceful
figure in soft gray drapcry, touched with
glintings of colored light from the old STAIN
cd windows.
There were no other weddings at that par
ocular 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 vest,nents-for The vestnic-.:
worn upon the humblcst occasions at Notre
Dame are s~plendid-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 colo.
SIS that alp asked Kathleen, looking up
at her l~over-husband. Am l really and
truly your wife?'
Really and truly; and you would have
been just as truly my wife if we had never
bOas httthit III III
mo, no. CASTOR; for then Heaven would
nave no part in our marriage
MY sweetest, ! an content that you
should be content. Women love old-world
fancies."
There was n stand of carriages ii front OF
the church. Philip Durand hailed two OF
them, and the wedding-party got in. The
two bridegrooms had planned the day be
tween them. They were To breakfast at TIN
restaurant in the Place de Ia Bourse, choser
for the sake Of its winter-garden, which
gave an air of prettincss to the sordid fac
Of dinner. And just now, too, in this tint
of anxiety and ferment, the Bourse was the
central point of Paris, where one could al
ways hear the latest news. Just now Pari:
lived on tip-toe, as il were, palpitating
thrilling with the expectation of great vic
tories an Austerlitz. a Jena: the new:
might be flashed along the wires AT any mo
ment of the day or night. The telegraph
clerks were waiting, fingers itching to re
cord the triumph of Gallo arms. No on
thought of Waterloo.
The bridal-party drove across the river
past the Louvre, into the Rue de Rivoli
What meant this new life and movement IL
the streets-men running to and fro, womei
standing in little groups, laughing, crying
hats waved in the air-the wild excItemen
OF a r~ace-course?
''One would think our happiness hat
driven all the world out OF their wits" sait
Castor, with his arm round his wife's slim
waist.
There was only Madame Schubert witt
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