Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1892-07-08

ofgloves, a couple OF hats, an umbrella,
and even pocketbook.
"But you will have no wedding!" said
Margie for her own personal solace.
II shall be none the less married to
the man love-" was the quick reply,
land be thoroughly comfortable all
winter, tool"
Even Celia could not resist this little
hrust, but it was entirely lost ON
Margie.
The day for the two weddings was
charming one. in the morning, and Celia
stood in halo of sunshine to be mar
RED, looking very queenly in the plain,
perfectly fitting gown of dark green
cloth. Even Uncle Frost, who had ar
rived most Unexpectedly the might be-
fore, regarded her with evident appro-
baton on his wizened features The
house had the same calm, restful air
that characterized Celia's self, and the
simple feast was served with no sug.
gestion of a preliminary earthquake,
for there had been none. 81 -
80, If we could have just such
wedding" whispered Margies mother
to her sister-in-law. I'm all of
tremble this minute. How can ever
get up that aisle tonight"
When evening came, rain came with
it. Margie was in despair, for there
was no awning nor carpet provided at
the church But she had to make the
best of her way under an umbrella
through the gaping tittering crowd that
lined the walk, her long train slipping
from the grasp of the small sister
who acted as bridesmaid The slow
march to the chancel, where her future
husband awaited her, seemed like an
endless journey. Her father, on whose
arm she leaned, was more at home at
his carpenter's bench than at fashion
able wedding, and his coarse, ill-ftting
Sunday clothes were very noticeable be.
'side the 'ttifle' and satin of the bride.
Margie had: difficulty to keep step with
him. She did nots. hear. the music
she had thought would be'so inspiring.
She felt no citation, but rather a
terrible apprehension that some
ole would blunder. The church looked
dim. She noticed that the ladies were
mostly in street attire. The rainbow
tints and flashing jewels of her imagin.
alton had no real existence. The gate
of smilax before the altar, for which
she had sacrificed pair of shoes and a
dozen handkerchiefs, appeared pitifully
scant and small. She caught glimpse
of Celia's face, and hated her for q
minute for the look of mingled sym
pathy and annoyance that she saw
there. She was thankful to get to the
chancel, the minister and 10 Norris
But 10 was pale and trembling. o
what misery! Would it never end
Her father stepped on her train anc
stumbled, when he gave, her away. j
searched three pockets for the ring
, Something was whispered after tn,
minister, there was a prayer, pea
of organ-music, a sea of curious, half
amused faces, and another long
journey She, did not thinlc of he
train as she went out to the carriage
aud, of course, 10 did not. The snow,
satin trailed over the grimy stones, TO
the small bridesmaid had begun to or,
during the ceremony, and had italsel
refuge with her mother The carriag
door opened, the bride. sank back in
crushed and crumpled heap Of satil
and lace, the groom took his plac
opposite with both feet planted firml,
on the white gown, the horses turne
down the street, and Margie's dream
: was done for.
A few days afterward Mr.. and Mrs
5 Norris were installed in the second-rat
boarding house near the pretty home @
3 Celia Winthrop. One evening the latte
S invited them to supper.
Celia" said Margie, what do 20
D think? Uncle Frost has sent us chez
for twenty-five dollars!p a..e
b. 'He is very generous" replied Celia
. with happy glance at her husband
o "We were remem bered, also"
She did not tell how a deed had com
S in her name to the house and lot tina
Y Nelson Winthrop had rented F. ten
g porary home. '1. 't'
c 81 was glad to get that money" sal
l. Margie, soto cOce, in her cousins ca
d THAT Leslie girl who, gave me a cal'
n basket has sent cards to her wedding
# and | must give her a decent presen
a Then, too, had no winter flannels, an
: did not like to ask 10 SO SOON"
Il 1t was on Celia's lips to say: "B,
you had a wedding, dear!"
c But her kind heart conquered, an
l. she held her peace. Madeline Gilber
II in American Agriculturist.