The San Francisco call., 1896-07-08

| then there is a particularly auspicious
future awaiting Mrs. Charles A. Bald win.
The day was perfect. The sun shone
out bright and warm and there was not
even vagrant little breeze to stir the old
ivy that clings to the stone walls of the
picturesque little church.
st. Matthew's seems specially designed
for such celebration as the wedding of
yesterday. A small stone edifice, moss
grown and quaint, situated in the midst
OF a grove, it is an ideal place for the ex-
change of VOWS of love and fidelity.
Captlvated by the rustic C arm and SIM
pllclty that marked the nuptials of her
brother, Walter Hobart. and Miss Will
hams, the bride OF yesterday decided to
have the ceremony which united her to
the man of her choice equally unostenta-
tlous. But the exquisite decorations of the
church-white lilies and pale sweetroses
the elegant turnouts with their correct
liveried grooms, and the music made il a
much more elaborate affair. Then there
was the rabble, the curious. san Rafael
manifested no interest in the nuptials of
its fairest daughter and the wealthiest
young man in the State. No women
sought to pass the eye of watchful guard
and steal glimpse at the bride of the
millionaire, and not even one little street
arab climbed the hedge to feast his eyes
on the beauty within.
But if San Rafael was not curious San
Mateo was. Its women stood for hours in
the warm, dusty roads that led to the
church waiting the arrival of the bridal
party. They crowded the entrance 10 the
sacred edihce. Some of them got under
the very heels of The spirited animals that
were harnessed to the handsome turnouts
that blocked the east avenue. They
crowded in one entrance of the church and
were expelled by another, and repeated the
performance to meet again with the same
rebuff.
At the Hobart ranch, with its huge tent
on the lawn, its vast expanse of canvas
raised high as a hedge to shut out the gaze
OF the passersby, the ubiquitous small boy
doubtless impelled thereby by this similar
lty to the circus. burrowed meath the
picket and searched most successfully for
crevices to feast his eyes on the merry
making within.
The greater part of the guests at the
wedding came from San Mateo and Bur-
lingame. They came in hanson carts.
Droughams and drags, forming an inspir-
ing array as they lined up. The special
tram that LETT the City at 11:15 brought
handful of wedding guests.
Dick Tobin, Baldwin's best man. went
down by the 10:40. He was all spick and
span Tor the wedding-all but his boots.
These he changed at the local hotel for
pair OF patent pumps with white duck
spats. Ned Greenway went down by the
0:l5 and brought his trunk with him. He
made his toilet at the village hotel.
Long before the appointed hoar the Bur-
llngame guests assembled at the church.
Mr.. Baldwin, accompanied by his best
man, Mr.. Tobin, arrived early. Then
came the bridesmaids, Miss Mary Eyre.
Miss Jullette Williams. Miss Florence
Mills and Miss Jessie Hobart They drove
to the church in Mr.. Hobart's famous
coach. On top was seated a small array
OF maids to lend the last finishing touches
to the toilet of the bridesmaids.
Shortly after and promptly on time
came the bride. riding in her own
brougbam and accompanied by her
brother. Word was passed to the expec-
tant groom that his bride had arrived. and
he waited with breathless impatience.
pale but brave, for his entrance cue, the
strains OF Mendelssohn's wedding march.
But the cue did not materalize All the
anxious groom heard was the hum of
voices within the church and the noisv
buzz without. He pulled out bis watch,
and the cold perspiration dampened his
brow. Ii was here that the genius of his
best man. Mr.. Tobin, asserted itself. He
mopped his brow. He famed him. The
impatient groom unbuttoned his coat.
The patient best man rebut.oned it. He
shrugged his shoulders. Tobin smoothed
his shirt sleeves within the tlght-fitting
frock coat. Then Pat, Miss Hobart's