The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-09-08

effort and difficulty. weaIied by emo
ton, they 80 Gown from the altar arm
in arm. Now they pass through the
church amid the murInurs of compli-
ments which arise amid the shadows Of
the aisles, among the dull scraping Of
feet and the rustic of gowns; there on The
peristyle, among the white columns, is u
living wave Of sun and air which comes
to meet them, like II recall to real life
outside of the mystic dream of the
church, the creaking of the line Of car
riages that advanced, the slow descent
of the steps, with the white train Of the
bride spreading and dragging upon the
stairs in folds like snow, soft and light;
then the carriages depart; they are alone
for the first time in the narrow space Of
the carriage, which the bridal dress fills
with its whiteness, and the bouquet of
orange blossoms with its acute perfume
of Intoxicating virginity; and it is then
that conquered by the charm of that
face, SO delicate and proud amid its
large pallid curls, by the splendor of
those blue eyes, the elderly bridegroom
bends over her to kiss her.
Dear me, dear me-"
And to see the tranquility with which
those finely cut rose colored lips return
the kisses through the veil, the question
arises whether it is the bridegroom that
she kisses or the Mechlin lace, at five hun.
dred the meter.
All! there were adorers around that
beautiful Signora Marchis, so lovely and
SO young, married to an old man! 1t
was expected that this fortress would be
an easy one to conquer. Precisely on
her wedding day Vico Molise, the most
elegant and slieptic i of the journalists
of Upper Italy, had propounded to his
friends this theorem:
"Given beautiful girl, very poor:
given that she marries u rich old man;
divide the number of his years by that
of the hundreds of thousands of lire of
which she becomes mistress, and you
will have the number of months neces
sary for her to take lover"
And as soon as he could he began
with many others, to attempt the demon
stration of that theorem.
Well, this time the impeccable pyscho-
logical diagnosis of Vico Molise had been
found TO fail. Not only, after some
months the beautiful Signora Marchis
had no lover, but it appeared also that
she never was to have one.
Always dressed with IN adorable ele-
gance. with luxury full of good taste,
the beautiful Gemma loved to amuse
herself, moving freely in that society
new for her, finding herself in her right
place as a marvellous plant in vase of
valuable porcelain developing itself in
all it's splendor. She went to dances, to
the theatre, enjoying the plebiscite of
admiration provided by her beauty. CO.
quetting little with her adorer, fnt-
tering about the fire IN order to make
them sparkle, her wings of golden but
teray, but never letting herself be
burned.
In the very moment of declaration,
in the midst of one Of those waltzes
whose notes seem made on purpose to
stife expiring virtue in their serpentine
spirals, she cut short her adorer by turn
ing her angelic head and saying serenely
Il don't see my husband. Look a
little where my husband is, if you will
be SO kind
And it was known that her greatest
delight was to relate precisely to her
husband the declarations which she had
received. When she came home with
him from ball, all wrapped in the
white silken folds of her sortie du bal
with her pure throat, her snowy shoulders
that blossomed still more fair from her
swansdown boa; when in the evening
she met him in the dining room, s'iil ir
visiting costume, with her slim wais
tightly compressed by an exquisitely ele
CANT gown, with her face animated b,
the slight excitement which elegant con
versation always produces in youn!
woman, she amused herself immensel,
in addressing to her husband some O
these provoking and rogish phrases:
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