Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-07-14

RIB on, and the very leaves hung mo-
tionless In the yellow atmosphere like 1
little ships at anchor in q sea of gold, |
took the early train from Buttercup
Hollow, with q purse full of money
huttoned into m under pocket of my
polonaise, for had read all sorts of /
horrid stories about pickpoclxets, and
didn't mean to part with any of my
crisp bank notes except for value re-
ceived
felt q little flustered at first, and
scarcely veutured TO look around me;
for It seemed as If Everybody must
know that was going to buy my we'd
ding outfit
II I attempt to tell you anything
about the adventures of that day !
know shan't succeed Women could
perhaps understand how / felt in the
fairyland of those great circles of
fashion that exist only In London.
I bought the wedding dress-white
rep silk, and veil of tulle suspended
from a garland of orange blossoms
and selected blue silk and q peach
colored silk, and q maroon silk. and
dear mel what is the use of cataloRuing
them all? Other girls have been
brides-elect before. and they'll know
just how it was And as for those
who haven't just let them wait until
tn cir turn comes.
And then, as the sun began to decline
on its westering way, I felt excessively
and unromantically hungry.
''Is there n nice ladies' restaurant
near here?" asked.
And one of the shopmen went with
me to the door to point out q glittering
establishment, with its windows full
of delicacies. / entered and sat down,
feeling very much as II / was an i'm
postor, and ordered mocl1-turtle soup,
venturing ever so meekly to glance
around little after the waiter had
slximmered away. Dickens says that
| walters never walk, and Dickens is al
/ ways right And then for the first
time noticed q superbly dressed
young lady one or two tables beyond.
IN a lovely hat, with a long lilac
| willow plume and hair like q shower
of gold.
''Oh, how pretty she isP' thought
L "How proud her lover must be OF
herr'
LEANED forward the least bit In the
world to. see the young man in ques-
ton. Good Heavens, 1t was my Clar-
ence! And as sat staring, completely
concealed from his ken by the golden
hair and lilac willow plume, could
hear a light, peculiar laugh.
"You have only yourself to blame
for it, Kate" he said. "You wouldn't
have me-"
That's no reason for throwing your
self aw ay, is it2" she pouted.
"She's a desperate old maid" said
Clarence; ''old as the hills, but she
has money. A man In my position
has to 10 ok out for, money, you know
Kate. would you like to see her pho
tograph?"
Then the two heads were close to
gether for an instant. and the young
lady's ripping laugh mingled will
Clarence's mellow tonea
The idea Of carrying such a thini
as that next your heart" said she.
sit does seem rather outrageous
doesn't it?'' he said "But when weir
once married, all that sort Of thing will
be over. I'll see that she finds he
level"
Yes whenp' thought I, now thor
} oughly disenchanted And I got u,
? and hurried out Of the restaurant,
nearly stumbling in my haste over the
wafer, bearing on silver tray m
: mock turtle soup
live changed my mind" said J
hinging a coin to him. To this day
= don't know whether It was shillin
or a sovereign. Never mind the soup.
, 1 took the next train to Buttercu
I Hollow and wrote a scathing note
. Clarence the same evening. Do 20
want to know what was in it?
course, like all women's letters, tn
" best of it was in the postscript:
o Our ngagement is at an end. b. h.
P. S.-The next time you exhibit lady's phi
q tograph in a crowded restaur ant it might /
well to examine your neighbors.
Clarence had some sense after al
= He never came near me with useles
. . apologies. 1 gave the wedding dres
q to little Amy Miller, who was to b
!. married in October and couldn't affor
a trousseau. 1 suppose 1 shall wes
% out the blue, the peach color and m;
room in time Oh, forgot to say tn;
Mrs. Richford was very angry.
~ seems that Clarence had promised I
pay her one thousand pounds that
he'd borrowed of her when he had e.
Z hold of my money. And 1 am thanl
+ full from the bottom of my heart that
still remain Hatty Hyde.-Bow Bell