The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-06-16
BY HOPE.
Author of The Prisoner of Zenda,'' 1.-THE
Chronicles of Count Antonio" etc.

~ Jun [AAAAOAAOs ~.
Copyright, 1895, by Anthony Hope,
I admit that I attired myself with
unusual care. It may have beer
weak of me, but 1 did not wish Phil
lppa March to thank heaven hat she
was walking down the aisle on Wor-
sley's arm instead of on mine.
And the first person I saw when
got inside the church was my cousin
Flo. dressed with quite remarkable
taste. and elaboration.
I a down beside her, depositing my
new hat on the seat with great care.
4 know exactly what you're think
ing" I whispered. with a sarcastic
smile.
Hush. It's church. said Flo. open
ing a prayer book.
But he won't look at you" I pur-
sued, Indignantly. He viii wear a
proud. happy smile, and viii have no
eyes (he never had any TO speak of
except for his blUshing bride"
: hardly expected Flo TO reply to
this remark, but after a moments
pause she observed, in a ~singularly
incisive whisper:
She won't blush"
l was annoyed. Women are so
wanting in magnaniInity.
L bet you a sovereign she does"
said /, taking out my betting book.
And ! don't believe he'll look at
her all the time"
III take you the double event." I
said, angrily. "a dozen of gloves
against a new hat"
The best gloves?' asked Flo, her
gaze fixed on the marriage service.
You shall choose EN- yourself, -
said 1; and I booked the bet, remark
ing:
He viii notice nobody but her.
He will not observe, Florence, that
yours is 4 new bonnet"
I've worn it before said Flo,
much yexed at my penetration.
Before the looking glass" I re-
torted. sc%ornfuliy. That's all"
At this moment Aunt Maud and the
colonel entered the edifce. As they
passed as Aunt Maud observed, in d
benevolent whisper: "Ah there are
the dear children together, as usual!'
l suppose Flo heard. Looking at
the ceiling, she asked:
rs there no room anywhere else?'
I took my hat. I opened the door of
the pew. In another second 1 should
have been gOne-perhaps for ever
but it so CHANGED that, just as I
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1p the aisle on her fathers arm. We
narrowly escaped a collision. I got
back safe, but %hustered, into the pew.
How awkward you arei' said Flo.
Its an allegOry," said I. rather
pleased on reflection.
The service passed off without in
terTuption. Nothing occurred to stop
the marriage. The procession, headed
by the happy pair. was formed to
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Flo nudged me violently.
Look cheerful" she commanded
peremptorily.
Look cheerful YOURSELF" I re-
Joined; you might be at a funeral"
might -" asked Flo, too frighten-
&c to be resentful and she straight
assumed a most dazzling smile.
9she also moved a little a me.
What hypOcriteS@" I began, but
I saw Philippa Mar-Phillipa Wors-
well, Phillippa's-eyes upon me. With
out hesitation I squeezed UP against
Flo and grinned ra~pturously. 1 knew
that I should hear about it after
wards, but I could not afford to con-
slider that.
They passed by US. Worsley GER
tainly did not look at F1o's bonnet
that I am prepared to take my oath
to-but und oubtedly Phillippa blush
Cd. I had won. 1 put my book back
in my pocket and followed Flo with
q happy smile.
I found her in the act of kissing
Philippe.
And you looked perfectly charm
ing, dear" said Flo.
How do? Graduate you" I OBJ
served to Worseley, who was looking
extremely uncomfortable. Then 1
shook hands with Philippe. express
sing a wish for her happiness.
I am perfectly happy" said she.
Perfectly"
That's nonsense, you know" I be-
gan NOBODY in this world can be
perfectly
80, Mr.. Vansittart, just wait till"
and Philippe glanced eXpressively at
Flo. who was telling Worseley that
most men were so awkward over be-
ing married, but that newell, o
know the sort of thing girls are