The Iola register., 1891-10-30

I hate red rosesl They look to me like
human blood in fiower!,'
She shuddered slightly.
what q horrible ideal How can you
think Of such q thing?"
Imade no response but assisted her
into the carriage with elaborate care
and courtesy. then entering 1t myself,
we drove together back to the hotel.
where the wedding breakfast awaited
us.
This is always feast Of general un-
easiness and embarrassment everywhere,
even in the sunny, pleasure low
ing south; every one Is glad
when 1t is over, and when the
fowery, unmeaning speeches and exag-
gerated compliments are brought to a
fitting and happy conclusion. Among
my assembled guests, all Of whom be-
longed to the best and most distin.
guished families In Naples, there was q
prevailing atmosphere of .undoubted
chilliness; the women were dull, being
rendered jealous of the brides beauty,
and the richness of her white velvets
and jewels; the men were constrained
even the appearance Of cordialty,-the
evidently thought that, with such
wealth as mine, would have done much
better to remain . bachelor. In truth,
Italians, and especially Neapolitans, are
by no means enthusiastic concerning the
suppositious joys Of marriage. They
are apt to shake their heads, and TO look
upon ID as misfortune rather than q
III l1N ~ A.. ~. lallt
amore." is q very common saying with
US, and very commonly believed.
1t was relief to US all when we rose
from the splendidly appointed table, and
sepsrsted for few hours. We were TO
meet again at the ball, which was fixed
to commence at nine o'clock in the even
ing. The cream Of the event was
to be tasted then,-the final toasting Of
the bride was to take place then,-then
there &ould be music, mirth and
dancing, and all the splendour Of almost
royal revelry. escorted nv wife with
formal courtesy to splendid apartment
which had been prepared for her, for
she had, as she told me, many things to
do for instance, to take of her
bridal robes, to study every detail OF her
wondrous ball costume for the night,
and 10 superintend her maid in the pack
ing Of her trunks for the next days
journey. The next day! smiled grimly.
. 1 wondered how she would en-
Joy her trip! Then / kissed her hand
with the most profound respect and left
her to rspose-to refresh and prepare
herself for the brilliant festivity Of the
evening.
Our marriage customs are not as
coarse - those of some countries; a
bridegroom in italy thinks 1t scarcely de-
cent to persecute his BRIDE with either
his presence or his csresses as soon as
the church has made her his. Gn the
contrary, IL ardent, he restrains his
ardohr, ,-he forebesrs to intrude, he
strives 70 keep up the illusion. the rose.
colored light, or rather mist Of love as.
long as possible, and he has q wise. in
sTinctiee dread Of becoming over famil.
lar; well knowing that nothing kills 70.
nance so swiftly and surely as the bare
blunt prose Of close and constant prox-
unity. And /, like other gentlemen of
my rank and class, gave my twice
welded wife her liberty,-the last
hours Of lfbery she would ever
know. I left her to busy her
self With the trifes she best loved
trifes Of dress and personal adornment,
for which many women barter away their
souPs peace and honor, and divest them
selves Of the last shred Of right and
honest principle, merely to outshine
others OF their own sex, and sow broad
cast heartburnings, petty enVies, mean
hatreds, and contemplate spites, where,
if they did but choose, there might be a
widely different harvest.
1t is easy to understand the feelings OF
Marie Stuart, when she arrayed herself
in her best garments fer her execution;
1t was simply the beroism OF supreme
vanity, the desire to fasciuate II posi-
Bile the very headsmsn. One can
any beautiful woman being
itself would 1t have seemed to her had
she been compelled to appear on the
scaffoid looking hideous She was re-
solved to make the most of her charms
so long as life lasted. Thought Of that |
misunderstanding queen as
parted from my wife for a few brief |
hours; royal and deeply injured lady |
though she was, she merited her fate, for |
she was treacherous-there can be no
doubt Of that Yet most people reading |
her history pity her. know not
why. 1t Is strange that so much of the |
worlds sympathy Is wasted on false
women!
strolled into one Of the broad logge |
Of the hotel, from whence I could see q |
portion Of the Piazza del Popolo, and |
lighting cigar, leisurely watched the |
frolics Of the cr' wd The customary
foolins proper to the lay was going on.
and no detail Of it seemed to pail on the
good nstured, essily-amused folk who
must have seen 1t all so often before. |
Much laughter was being excited by the
remarks Of Ieldor Of quick medicines.