The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-02-07
M'CLEARY -PERSIMMONS.
CCopyrfoht. ISae. by the United Psess)

Copyright. Isga by the United Press)
NEW YoRK, Feb. 6.-The society paper
said the day after:
IAN especially brilliant event last even
ing was the wedding, at the Church OF st.
Patrick, of Miss Kitty DelaVergne M'Cleary.
the beautiful and accomplished daughter Of
Hon. Michael Kilkenny M'CIeaTy, the
millionaire contractor, to Mr.. AlgernOn
Percival PersimmOns, a worthy scion OF one
OF the best kuown and most undoubtedly
p.imordial families of the old dominion.
The bride was attired-tutc-eB train
point d'AieRcOn - sEgausdown - brooch
gift of father-etc, ETC., etc. ad minimum. ~
And yet, notwithstanding two and one
half columns OF etccterd, the most en- certain
ing feature Of the whole grand affair was
completely overlooked in the description
1t took place just as the ceremony was about
to begla.
Scene-The vestibule of the church. Be-
fore, the closed doors of the edifice from be-
| yond which comes confused aud expeetaut
murmur; behind, the inevitable red and
white, peppermint candy awning. The
| bridal party has just arrived a8d each of
the four bridesmaids is shiverinE in a
corner by herself while q quartet of
household servants assist in the removal of
their wraps. The bride occupies the center
| and mother aud a small army Of minions
from the MCleary establishment. A damp
| chill pervades the atmosphere, the CONVEX
sations are carried on in breathless, excited
gasps and the general impression IL one OF
an impending national crisis of deep and
awful significance.
An Usher appearing at the church door,
Only three minutes now: most readys
The Bride-O, mamma, does my train set
right' l just knew it wouldn't all the time,
and
Her Mother-But it does, my dear; it sits
just perfect; wait till l pin tie hangins
here at your waist.
The Bride-O dear. | wish you'd hurry
up; and don't you girls forget what told
you, now; don't stand in front Of me-let
me have a chance to see me, and
The Bridesmaids lin chorusl-O, Kitty,
how can you, Of course we
The Bride-And don't laugh and smirk if
don't speak loud enough, Or
The Bridesmaids TN chorus) Kitty,
you know we rehearsed IL all this morning,
and
The Brides Mother (her mouth full of
pius)-Hist your arm mite more, my dear.
till pin {. q lacin's here.
The Bride-O, and | do hope pa won't
make a fool of himself and disgrace us all
everlastingly when he gives me away.
Her Father (hitching up his doeskins)-
Huh don't you fret; snure. it won't be the
first time I've given you away, bedad.
An Usher lgasping through the key-hole)
Amt you most r adv out therel
The Bride-Ready! Why, we've been
waiting an age, and
Her Mother-Now, don't forgit an yank
your skirts Kitty, cause If sou do them
pi s'll give, an then-
The Brides Father 20 the bridesmaids)
Come now, youse girls get in line back
here; we're ten minutes late for sure, waitin'
for the dressin' Of ye, am
The bridesmaids o, don't 70 first:
(togetheO O, must go last
to, can't go last?
The Bride-WhY tViH you persist in step
ping on my train, papas l do wish some
one would teach you manners
Her Father-There's no manners required
i'll catchin' a train, my girl; it's a fine art
that only them as has committed can ac-
| Quire, an L
The Brides Mother (rising and removing
| two dozen pins from her mouth)-1herel
I'd like to see another girl in this town with
rig like that, put on, too, in such an ar
| tstic way and
| An Usher Sticking bis head through door
way)-Time's up long ago; amt you got in
The Brides Father-Yss,. an ready here;
| go on an start up the music, wen be wild
| you.
70, l wonder if
The Bridesmaids O. what IL | should
(together)- o, l hope /.
10, If had only
The Bride-O. now, mamma, do get be-
hind me; here, papa, take my arm; no, not
that way; so-that's it, and don't
An Usher (gurgling through the key
hole. )-Nowl
The Bride-O. dear, hope Algy won't
forget his lines
Her Father-Well, don't you worry about
Algy now. Haven't l understudipd your
parts to prompt the both of ye, if ye-(the
| doors swing open, and the notes of the we'd
ding march drift down the navel
The Bridesmaids lin concert -Ohl
The Brides Father-Arrah, now we're
off! Let her go, Gallagher!
GEORGE PERCY TAGGART.