The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-02-27

Iamly.
The ceremony was over and thu
church doors were flung open, display
ing the high alter decorated with
flowers and lights. and in the garland
cd doorway appeared the young pair
while the bells pealed joyously. AL
nature seemed to be in festal attire
for the sweet odors of spring filled
the air, the wild birds were singing
merrily, and sunbeams fell like o hale
across the foreheads OF the bride and
groom. She was lair and graceful, and
in her white gown and veil seemed like
an angel strayed from heaven; the
bridegroom, noble and gallant, looked
with love unutterable at the fair girl
who leaned upon his arm.
The country people were dressed in
their Sunday clothes, the men wear
ing rosettes in their button-holes, the
women with lilies of-the-valley in
their bodices, and all waved Towering
hawthorn branches, and made the air
ring with acclamations.
Long live Mademoiselle Yolande!
Long live the bride! God bless our
sweet young LADY," they cried, and
from time to time they added, "Long
live the Marquis!"
The church of Clairville overlooked
the village, being built on rocky
emihence, and was approached by a
steep winding path and stairway: rich
o,d noor oHtto a,d s;ro,,Ja daod ond
living, all must enter the church by
way of Paradise Road" The we'd
ding party, glittsring in gold and silk
and velvet, and followed by the cheer
ing crowd, walked down this rustic
pathway to where the carriages were
waiting, and the bridegroom, pleased
by the enthusiasm of the people and
their evident affection for his bride,
said to her, tenderly:
"You see, my love, how dear you
are to those people. They will never
forget you. / fear they owe me q
grudge for stealing their good angel
from them"
The bride smiled and raised her
and then she turned to her father,
saying
ut is such a beautiful day, papa;
may we not walk homer"
Certainly, dear, if you wish it" he
replied, glad of an opportunity of
pleasing his child, from whom he must
soon part, and accordingly the bridal
pair and all the young persons OF the
party walked through the village to
the chateau of Clairville, which was
situated at the other end while the
dowagers and other persons followed
in their carriages.
Yolande leaning on her husbands
arm, stopped repeatedly at the hum
BILE cottages where the poor old men
and women, whom age or infrmity rem
dered unable to 60 out, were waiting
in their doorways to see the bride
pass. For each one she had a word
and smile, and many trembling
hand and weak, thin voice was raised
to bless her.
The joyous procession now reached
a turn in the narrow road and came
to standstill, being met by funeral
party. 1t was q very poor affair;
there was no coronet emblazoned on
the white pail which covered the
corpse of a young maiden, and not a
flower was seen there, not single bios
som, in spite OF the warm spring-time!
Behind the bier poorly clad man,
the only mourner, walked slowly,
looking, with his head bent and his
face covered by his hands, a picture
of despairing grief. At sight of the
Clairville wedding party, the men car
rying the bier stopped and would have
turned out of the read, but. the
raised his head and gazed
fsrcely at the happy throng, who with
their rich gala clothing and smiling
faces seemed to offer insult to his sor-
row.
go ont! he said, in hoarse voice
to the porters, as il he would have
liked to crush the fine lords and ladies
beneath his feet, but the men did not
stir. Then the count stepped forward,
saying grave,y:-
Respect the dead, friendsi Fall
back and let the bier pGss."
He was instantly obeyod, and the
funeral moved on past the gorgeously-
attired thronG, who made way rever-
entity, the ladies crossing themselves
and the lords removing their hats.
As the bier passed the bride she was
filed with pity at the sight OF the
young still form under the white pail,
and taking q spria Of orange blossom
out OF her bouquet she laid it gently
upon the bier. The stern mourner
saw the act, and his expression soft
ened q little; then covering his face
again he broke into low sobs.
"Who is TINT msnf" asked Count
cairvile.