Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1892-11-06
NEW YORK SOCIETY.
A CHURCH WEDDING AZ DESCRIBED
az MRS. BURTON HARRISON.
From the rirss Chapters of Her new
Naval. .sv.ct Belle Out Of Tnns,"
10 the Century for November

II
,h,e church wedding. from which We take
these paragraphs; "A burst OF ior,iss'ino
music from the organ. which had oeen
dawdIinc over themes from Wagners
onara, caused every head IN the seated
Conversations TO turn briskly around
Some people stood MP, swaying to eaton
srst GLIMPSE OF the bride. Outsiders
trctsd avay in undesirable back-pews'
went an far az to scramble upon the cush-
toned seats. -, .,. Tho
middle aisle. centre of interest. developed
nothino moro striking than O trim littio
usber in psarl gloves. with button-nole
Of white carnations. cor voying 10 ner p'aSe
of honor beyond the ribbon colossal iauy
with auburn front, red IN tneiace' ahu ou'
of breath. for the
elec sS Ss SoI Hum sDY''tBB ridegrooms maiden
aunt. suppressed generally-how FREDDY
rus hes her along Sent twelve silver souP-
mates and a huge tureen, when everybody
knows soup is served from BEHIND tne
screen. and It would take all one seIiant
time to keep 'em clean put sne 'n noor
she's paid her way well to the 'front.' poor
soull' ..h
"He: Here's the groom.s mother
deuced fine woman yet Is Mrs. vernon
Who'd believed she'd son OF hye-and-
twentvp Hates to admit it publicly, but
| IA puttino on the best face she can.
she: Not her best face-her second
best. I've seen her improve on that. buI,
then. this half-daylight. half-electrlcily is
abominably trying Ana Idm she tss r raar u0s'
"He Clever, too--the way she's run
| A., tar1ilv un--when one thinks what the
husband was 49,. a H., .
Nv the way. what was he-soldier, sailor.
tinker, tailor. whatl' .;.
He: Tinker. most likely, consider
ing the family brass. l saw him once
coarse-grained creature. epidermis IKE an
| elephant. diamond in his shirt front, ana
| ali fhat. Specialized after the war IN Vr-
pinia City mines and made big fortune
then dropped dead of apoplexy and LEFT IT
| for her TO spend. She sent her boy TO q
good school; gave with free hand to oil
| the charities: boy made friends every
where: went through Harvard like q
streak; he's travelled. yachted. hunted,
been in the best sets ever since; Is ABOUT
TO marry into one of the proudest OF the
exclusive families of New York-and there
"She: 'Ohl But he's really such a
beauty, don't you know? Half the women
in town have been pulling caps for Jerry
Vernon. And. after all, what are the Hal
lidays but bas-beens
HE: Take care. There's one of their
high-born ramifcations glaring at you
from the next pew-old lady with eye,
glasses and sniff. Came up from Second
avenue in a horse-car-looks like the uni
corn on the British coat-of-arms.'
PREVIOUS WEDDING.
A. 4. = IL. 70
or something's let's change the subject.
Oh Did you hear poor Mrs. Jimmie Cros-
! land couldn't go to the opera last night
because that wretched, jealous husband
shut her nose in a wardrobe door?
"Re: Really? Wasn't theirs the last
wedding we came to in this church,
She: of course. Don't you remem-
Der? Regular peep-show; six chorus girls
| from the opera, in white. wells. to sing
1.-The Voice that Breathed O'er Eden"
| They say she even hired the pages TO hold
up her train-put 'em IN Charles Ii. wigs
| and passed 'em off for little brothers
| He: Exactly. One gets these theatri-
cal affairs so confoundedly mixed up. See,
the groom's mother is still upon her knees.
| A woman couldn't pray so conspicuously
| unless in back seams from WORTH
"She: For shame! How malicious
you men are! should have said it's be-
/ cause she's keeping Mrs. Vane-Benson
| standing IN the aisle for every one to see.
| You know they have been at some troT Die
| to corral relatives to match the brides,
| and Mrs. Vane-Benson's their trump-card.
| How bored the poor rector looks waiting
| in his bower of palms,
HE: Queer how people marry, and
| bury. and hirt under palm-trees nova
days Pm getting awfully tired of being
tickled by. the spiky things, every time l
| sit out dance, or 60 to call upon girl.
Hullol There's Mrs. - what does she
call herself since she got her divorceT
ADIvoRcED BELLE.
"She (anlmated): Is she2 No, really
| I wouldn't have missed seeing Hildegarde
| de Lancey for the world. It's the first
| time she's been out Isn't she perfectly
lovely IN that gray bengaline and chin
chilla, with the bunch of ylolets at her
breast? I always did say Hildegarde-ie
| L1ncey she is now; so nice to have got rid
of her odious. ugly Smithson-is the best
| dressed woman in this town. Why, what a
belle she isl believe all the ushers would
| like TO escort her in body up the aisle.
| OF course Freddy de Witt saved her front
place. He knows what people want to see. >
He: she's charmer. certainly. If
| to be I'd be rather glad Mrs. de Lancey Is
proposing to live abroad
"She: oh. nonsense. You men always
think the worst. Jerry was touched, no
| doubt, but Hildegarde meant nothing.
| You can't conceive of greater brute than
Smithson, and Hilda was always such a
| darling thing. Every one says she is in
| luck to get rid of him so soon. How well
| she looks-no wonder everybody stares.
Oh, I'm so glad we're to have Hilda
Elsewhere in the church.
"A mother in Israel TO her Young daugh-
tiers: so that's the famous divorcee, Mrs.
| What's-he r-name Smithson, the papers
have been so full of lately2 Don't look at
her. Doris and Gladys; insist that you
don't look that way. Have you observed
the figure Of .Dorcss in poor Mrs. Gold:
| ing's memorial window? The drawing of
the right arm is exoellent-I wonder if
| that person does anything to her hair TO
give it that baby gold. l wouldn't trust
her any farther than l could see.
Dear me! the best people bowling, and
Sinking. and trying to catch her eye.
Ahem Mrs. de Lancey's toque sits quite
close to the head, girls; think it much
| more becoming than those great cartwheel
| hats you insisted upon having sent home
Doris and Gladys: We know. mamma !;
we've been watching her ever since she
came into the church. What fun it must
| be TO make as much stir as the bride!'
Two girls in tailor gowns, with fur
boas and muffs. They have come in an
| omnibus to the nearest corner, and were
| splashed with mud in getting out.
GETTING A SEAT.
"'Dear me we are lucky. but had to
push awfully to squeeze in. II l hadn't
| known Tom Brownlee I'd have never had
| this seat. He asked me If we are going on
| TO the house, and l coughed and smiled,
and he took it to mean yes. Nv, Jennie,
look at the new suits / can tell you the
names of most everybody here. l do
know the bride. anyhow. for we're on a
working-girls' amusement board together.
/ must say she's as nice girl as / ever
wish to meet. Can't say as much
| for her sister. Miss Betty-such q
lank. sour-looking thing, and a
| tongue sharp as q razor. Nobody can
stand her in our club. l wish the organ
wouldn't play so loud you can't hear
yourself talk. Gracious, child lean over,
and let me take that lump Of mud of your
face. Pm thinking l can alter my blue
| Henrietta cloth by putting coat-tails
bound with velvet on the basque. like the
one that'sjust gone by. Have chocolate,
| do; got 'em fresh to-day, as l passed by
| Tyler's. on my way TO match my blue. OH
do love weddings. go to every single
one cam
LADY from the Faubourg st. Stuy-
vesant seated we'll forward in the church.
Poor Margaret Halliday! there she
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