Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1892-04-08


tionless in the yellow atmosphere like
little ships at anchor in sea of gold, ]
took the early train from Buttercup
Hollow, with a purse full of money
buttoned into an under pocket of my
polonaisc, for ! had read all sorts Of
horrid stories about piclpockets,v and
didn't mean to part with any Of my
crisp bank. notes except for value re-
ceived. rI
felt little austered at first, and
scarcely ventured to look aroundame;
for it seemed as if everybody plRst
know that was going to buy my we'd
ding outfit.
If ] attempt to tell you anything
about the adventures of that day
know l shan't succeed. Women could
perhaps understand how Ifelt in the
fairyland of those great circles of
fashion that exist only in London.
| bought the wedding dress. white
rep silk, and veil of tulle suspended
from garland of orange blossoms
and l selected blue silk and peach
colored silk, and maroon silk, and
dear me! what is the use of cataloguing
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
their turn comes.
And then, as the sun began to decline
on its westering way, felt excessively
and unrOmanticallv hungry
''Is there q nice ladies' restaurant
near here?" asked.
| And one of the shopmen went with
me to the door to point out glittering
establishm ent, with it's windows full
Of delicacies. / entered and sat down,
| feeling very much as if / was an inn
postor, and ordered mock turtle soup,
venturing ever so meekly to glance
around little after the waiter had
skimmered away. Dickens says that
walters never walk, aud Dickens is al
ways right And then for the first
time / noticed o superbly dressed
young lady one or two tables beyond,
IN a lovely hat, with a long lilac
willow plume and hair like shower
of gold.
"Oh, how pretty she isr' thought
l. "How proud her lover must be of
| her!"
leaned forward the least bit in the
world to see the young man in ques-
ton. Good Heavens, it was my Clar-
ence! And as sat staring, completely
concealed from his .kep by the golden
hair and lilac willow plume, could
hear a light peculiar laugh.
"You Have, only yourself to blame
for it, Kate,'Nhe said. '"You wouldn't
have me-" ~ ,sss #
'Thats no feasoffonthrowihg your
self aw ay, is it?" she c.pSuted.
"she's ddsperdte old maid" said
Clarence; "old as, tlfe, hills, but she
has money. A nan in my position
hasato look out for money, yon know.
Kate, ,would you like to see her pho
tograph?p IS aS
4 Then the two heads were close TO-
1 gether for an instant, and the young
lady's ripping laugh mingled with
Clarence's mellowstones.
"The idea of carrying such thing
ms that next your heart, "'said she.
at does seem rather outrageous,
doesn't it?" he said "But when we're
once married, all that sort of thing will
be over I'll see that she finds her
level"
'Yes, whenr' thought /, now thor
oughly disenchanted. And | got up
and hurried out of the restaurant,
nearly stumbling in my haste over the
waiter, bearing on a silver tray my
mock turtle soup '*
'I-I've changed my mind" said l.,
flinging a coin to him, To this day
don't know whether it was shilling
or sovereign. Never mind the soup" "
took the next train to Buttercup
Hollow and wrote u scathiug note to
Clarence the same evening. Do you
want to know what was in it? AOf
course, like all women's letters, The
best of it was in the postscript;
Our enga cement is at an end H..
p. S.-The next time you exhibit lady's pho
tograph in o crowded restaurant it might bs
well to examine your neighbors.
Clarence had some sense after all.
He never came near me with useless
apologies. | gave the wedding dress
to little Amy Miller, who was to be
married in October and couldn't afford
a trousseau l suppose shall wear
out the blue, the peach color and ma
room in time. Oh, forgot to say that
Mrs. Richford was very angry. II
: seems that Clarence had promised to
pay her one thousand pounds that he
had borrowed of her when he had got
hold of my money. And am thank.
full from the bottom of my heart that l
still remain Hatty Hyde. Bow Bells.