Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-09-27

Every thing was going on beauti-
fully, my lovely sisters trousseau was
assuming what seemed to our unso-
phisticated eyes, magnificent proper,
tions. OF course she and together,
had made a great many of those soft
pretty things which Adelaide looked
at with such admiration, and we were
Justly proud of our skill. The wedding
dress had been made by first-class
dressmaker, and was truly poem.
She had wanted ivory satin, but the
dressmaker shook her head, and said
Adelaide was too young to wear satin,
she must have heavy silk. Her "going-
away gown" was Redfern; this last
had cost me some entirely .leepless
nights, but l felt more than repaid
when | saw her look of genuine pleas
ure and gratitude when the dress came
home. John, dear old boy, took me
in his arms and said l was the dearest,
sweetest, treasure of sister two poor
lorn orphans ever had.
Aren't you glad we are poor though
Ursula.' he finished.
And l told him / would not give up
our poverty and happiness for all the
wealth of the Vanderbilts.
The wedding day was near at hand,
everything was arranged.
The ceremony was TO take place in the
little Presbyterian Mission Church which
we attended. John was to give the
bride away, and |, of course was to be
maid of honor.
Frederick Foster, Adelaide's fiance,
had rented a fiat in an apartment
house not far distant; he was getting a
great deal of the furnishing ready, and
every evening he and Adelaide talked
over the happy future.
We still kept open house, and one
evening about two weeks before the
wedding, stranger, TO me, appeared
in our midst. He was Harvey Wynne.
John met him, and grasped his hand
cordially, indeed they seemed to be the
best kind OF friends. Adelaide and l
were introduced l was deep in con-
versation with young editor on some
question that was that was then ag-
itating the press, and Adelaide was
talking to Frederick
In some way | chsnCed to look up
and saw the young man gazing intently
first at me and then at Adelaide. There
was a smile on his face that | did not
like, | hated him.
But as he was a guest, and John was
off in another corner talking TO some
artist, when he should have been enter
tanning this unwelcome guest, I thought,
and Adelaide certainly did not care to
be annoyed, l suggested to my COM
panion that we go and join him. l
found him very bright and agreeable,
but he would continue to look first at
Adelaide and then at me in
that was very offensive to me.
When all our guests had gone, John
said: ''Well, how did you like Harvey
Wynne, girls? He is fine fellow, I've
known him some time, met him at a
dinner that Stacy Hill, the Associate
Editor Of Public Title TattIe, gave about
six months ago. He is hard worker,
another of your starved out journalists,
though he is getting along splendidly
now. l say Ursula, how did you like
him? No need to ask Adelaide this late
in the day"
ITO tell you the absolute truth, John,
| hated him; his manner was insuffer-
ably insolent. l sincerely trust he will
never come again, said to Johns
amazement.
He looked at me with d twinkle in
his eve. 'Well. he will come again.
little she-bear, and will warrant you'll
change your opinion before yonder fair
maiden becomes Mr., Frederick Foster"
/ laughed and said that there wa.
small danger, and we severally
retired to our couches. Twas tired and
and went to sleep without even pass
ing thought to Harvey Wynne.
Lo and behold, the next evening he
came again, We then were all alone.
Fred had gone to Albany on business.
The study was in a state Of wild disor-
der.
Adelaide's violin lay on one chair,
the bow in another, sheets of music
were scattered on the floor; l had been
writing love story, and the desk was
with paper. The bust of
Mozart was so dusty, one was inclined
to think it was not marble, but some
sort Of terra Gotta. l was mortified at
the looks of things in general, and dis
gusted with John for bringing him in.
Don't apologize, Ursula, Wynne
knows we are savages here, said Johns
dear, kind old voice, and / had to for
give him. Harvey Wynne sat down
near Adelaide and began to talk to her.
In this way l had an opportunity to
look at him closely. He was not in
the least good looking, and yet there
was an air about him that commanded
and respect. His broad,
square shoulders were very good, and
he looked like a man who
would make his mark in the world.
We enjoyed the evening immensely
played for us, John sang in his
rich baritone, and toward the last, Harvey
Wynne sang Scotch song in very
musical tenor. On the whole / liked
him, much better than l had antici-
pated, but l was privately resolved not
to let John know that / was beginning
to thaw so soon. | hated to relinquish
my womanly instincts so readily. Thus
things went on until Adelaide's we'd
ding. After the ceremony, we had a
little reception" we called it, wishing
to "be dignitied for one time" as
John said, 'just to see how it would
feel" Harvey Wynne was there, and
one of the most charming of our
guests. By this time l really liked
him, though l was not quite prepared
TO make the humble confession of any
change of mind.
A day or two before, John had said:
'Ah, ha, little she-bear, did / not tell
;ou, you would like Wynne?" had
simply shrugged my shoulders and
quoted:
"Vice is a monster Of so frightful mien,
That to be hated needs but to be seen;
But seen too of, familiar with her face, |