The Forrest City times., 1891-03-06
WAVERLAND.
A TsI. of Our Coming Landlords.
RY SARAH MABIE BRIGHAM.
Copyrighted, 1886.
CHAPTER xxIx.-FAREwELL.


 The beautiful dream of lifel How few realize their ideal! The eventful evening that had been the theme of conversation by large circle of friends, and the one event of life to the immediate actors, had arrived The immense hall at Blue Ridge was filled with friends, eager to witness the marriage of Colonel Fred Haynes, of the United States, to the beautiful Annie Wren. What fascination a wedding has for young and oldl
 The bri,.al party were to occupy broad | stage or dais that had been beautifully | decorated for the occasion with more taste and skill than usual by the artistic hand | of Lady Hortense. There were flowers everywhere. The room seemed bower of bloom. Annie was to be led to the altar by her aged father. She wore, over q dress of white satin, dainty robe of lace, . veil of English point, necklace of fine pearls and $ wreath of orange flowers, all white; and in this snowy cloud Annie looked more lovely than ever. Sir Wren, with | his long white beard. reminded me of my childish pictures of the patriarch Moses. | Tho Colonel was in full evening dress suit His eyes bespoke & happy future for my little friend. AS they took theip places before the altar thought that they might l challenge the finest Greek or Parisian taste | for perfection of form, feature and cos | tune
 | How short the ceremony! How much ft means as it runs out in the years to comel | To some it brings a train of uninterrupted | joy and confidence; to others pain and dis l appointment.
 l Congratulations were offered, mingled with feelings of sadness; for on the nor row our party were to separate. Ut may 1 be for years and it may be for ever," was the refrain. Yet there was no murmuring | with signing We grieved to be separated l from the friends we had loved so long; 1 but this was a happy closing scene for our l holiday period Now we must buckle on the araor of life and take ap active part 1 A happy, joyous time of rest and recreation 1 1t had beenl
 1 A banquet had been prepared for the l closing The great dining room was bril- | liantly lighted illumination is @ necessa | ry accompaniment to joy; mist and shad- ows are not welcome to the happy. The hall was gay with birds and flowers. The i table flashed and sparkled with glass, china, gold and silver From an ante room came soft strains of music as from some 1 Aolian harp
 Annie, the beautiful bride, was seated l between her father and her noble young 1 husband, while Mrs. Haynes sat by Sir l Wren. My sweet wife was by my side, as i bright beam of sunshine as of old. The merry guests were all seated and quiet | conversation was the rule. The Duke of 1 Melvorne sat beside his noble Duchess, still as charming as when we first met her in the mountains of the far away land of l blue skies and broad prairies. Mir. and Mrs. Lollard were as jovial as ever, and many were the jokes we passed on our time | honorsd guide Lord Sanders, with his tall, angular, over-dressed wife and showy | daughters were all conspicuous for the amount of diamonds they wore and for i their reserved and naughty demeanor. 1 At dessert Sir Wren was called on to toast the newly married couple.
 You will not escape two sermons-onc from the bishop, which you have heard, 7" he said, lowing across the table to Bishop Bede, and now one from me. Listen, my | children. Adore each other. Be happy. 1 Now is the budding time of hope and trust; let not the chilling blight of discordant el- ements blast tho tender flower The world lacks perfume; 1t lacks the charm of love We cannot lave too we'll. We cannot please tso much, Ta love and be lovsd-what 8 rniracis is wrsuGhtl Love, woman and 9 kiss are circle; they form our universe from the cradle to the grave. Exist brave ly for each other Hide your anger; wounds may heal but the scars remain. Life is toe short in it's arrowy AiEht for even au angry word. Love was a child six thous- and years ago, and has right to a long white beard though as youthful as ever" oono|uded Sir Wren. strokiug his long beard e hs resumed his seat.
 Mslvorne was called to answer to the toast, Civilization"
 My friends, long life te woman, She is the central feature Of civilization. He who trains son trains man. He who edu- cates . daughter eduoatss nation. Civ. nization has brought the university to the poor mans door. in the newsboy's sachcl.