Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-10-21

sisters were married i'm the cathedral Of
Notre Dame, ON a sunshiny Saturday
morning.
There was no iinery at this wedu lg,
no train Of friends, Madame schubert,
a young journalist and playwright, who
wrote for Mortcmar's paper; a middle
aged gray bearded artist, who had
painted plaques for some of Duraud's
cabiuet-work-those were the only
guests. The little procession walked
across the bridge in the morning sun
light, the sisters dressed alike In gray
cashmere, with white bonnets, and
each wearing a cluster of white roses
at her throat. Nothing could be simpler
or less costly than this wedding toilet,
yet both brides were charming; neat
ness, purity, modest -coItcutmcnt with
humble fortunes, were all expressed
IN their bearing and costume.
The ceremony was to be no ten.
They were a quarter of an hour too
soon; and Philip Durgnd, who loved the
grand old pile with the artists ardent
love Of fine artistic work, walked In the
shadowy aislcs with his painter friend,
and cypatiated upon the beauties Of
the building, while Rose walked 10y his
side, proud Of her lovers learning and
enthusiasm.
Kathleen ana Castor waited nearer
the altar, the girl kneeling with bent
head and hidden face, deep I'm prayer;
the lover sitting near, dreumily watch
ing the graceful figure iu soft gray
drapcry, touched with glintings of color
cd light from the old stained windows,
There were no other weddings mt Chat
particular hour ON that particular morn
ing. These two couples and their
friends had the mighty fame an TO
themselves. As the clock struck ten
the organ began TO peal, and the priests
came slowly toward the altar in their
rich vcstmcnts for the yestmcnts worn
Ipon the humblest occasions at Notrc
Dame are splendid and the ceremonial
bcgm
All was over in less than half an
hour. and Kathleen and her sister went
back into the sunshine, ont of the
gray shadows. the magical lights from
painted glass, the glory of gold, and
splcudor Of chromltjc color,
is that ailt' asked Kathleen, look
ing mp at her lover husband Am /
really ANA truly your witeE
Really and truly; and You would
have been just as truly my wife If we
had never gone farther than the
Marie
no, no, Castor; for then Heaven
would have no part in our marriage
My sweetest, / am content that you
should be content, Women love old
world fancies.'
There was d stand of carriages in
front of tie church. Philip Durand
hailed two OF them, and the wedding
party cot in. The two bridegrOoms had
planned the day between them, They
were to breakfast at the restaurant IN
the Place de la Brouse, chosen fol lhe
sake of It's winter garden, which gave
au air OF p|rettiness to The sordid iaci
oil dinner. And just low, too, in this
time Of anxiety and ferment, the Brouse
was the central point Of Paris, where
one could always hear the latest news.
Just now Paris lived on tip-toe, as li
were. palpitatiug, thrilling with the OK
~pectation OF great victories an Aus
fprIftz "A lena. the news might be flash
cd along the wires at ANY moment
Of the day or night. The telegraph
clerks were waiting, fingers itching 70
record the triumph Of Gallo arms.
No one thought Of Waterloo.
The bridal party drove geroSs the
river. past the Louvre, into the Rue de
Rivoli. What meant this new life n
movement I'm the streets -mcn running
to and fro, women standing in little
groups, laughing crying, hats waved
in the air-the Wild excitement Of a
r~ace-course3
zone would think our happiness had
driven an the world out Of their wits,
said Castor, with his arm round his
wife's slim waist.
There was only Madame Schubert
with them in the carriage. She had
insisted on taking the back seat, and
sat smiling benignly on tine happy
lovers
The coachmau turned round and
shouted to them as be ratified his horse