The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1896-10-10

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Rubicon that lies just beyond girl
hood.
There was low murmur = admi.
rutiou as the bride, leaning on the
arm Of her guardian, passed slowly
up the aisle OF the flower empowered
church.
Little iI,a. Gossip could not resist
saying to her friend US she guzcd;
"Aren't they handsome couple!
He is quite the handsomest man i'll
the city, and they say he worships the
ground she walks on. 1 shouldn't
wonder ii it were true, too, for lie
looks like ghost, and she is white
enough too, Tor that matter.
"Dear! dear! that was al unlucky
speech. Like a ghost 1 snid, and at
a wedding, tool"
The last triumphant note of the
organ swclled out on the perfumcd
air and ceased. The bishops sonor-
GUS voice rolled forth in the words Of
the OLD solemn service: s'Dearly be-
loved, we are gathered together here
in the sight OF God and III the face Of
this congregation, to join together
this mau aud this woman in holy mat
rimony." On and on, and at last to
the old question: "Who giveth this
woman to be married to this MANI"
Donald Orion, stepping back after
| the presentation, Was seen to stagger
and press one hand quickly over his
heart.
+ There was a stir far down the aisle,
the swift approach of quiet feet, q
shutAing noise for minute or two as
some persons went towards the vestry,
but the bishops voice rolled on and
| the group at the altar stirred not.
When the last sonorous "Amen"
sounded, buzz Of excited talk and
the pealing chime of bells sounded
through the building. Attention was
divided between the procession wind
ing down the aisle and the closed
door OF the vestry.
The bridal group passed.. but the
crowd waited, talking excitedly the
while. Quickly the word passed from
lip to lip:
Dead! how shocking! Heart dis
ease, the doctors say. Oh, poor Con-
stance! Poor little bride!"
Glad in the simplest of white break
fasts gowns, Constance stepped from
her dressing room for the second time
that day. holding out pleading hands
for sympathy to the man before her.
''Dcar little wife, let me comfort
you," said Corson, touched to the
depths of his simple nature by the
solemn service and more solemn after
scene.
For few moments she stood still,
her head on his shoulder; then, look
ing earnestly in his face: Il will be
Il good wife to yon, Corson. God
will help me, and indeed [ will try
Lar.!.'
eyes, yes, darling. A far better
wife than useless fellow like me de-
| serves he said, feeling vaguely a
something above and beyond him in
the tense quiet of her voice.
And SO to earth's long list was adj
| dcd one more of those dear ubcAnon-
lied saints, who, dropping self.ease
and inclination, take up Jan threads
Of duty and, one by one, weave them
faithfully into LIES warp aud wool,
that the completed web, beyond the
veil, may shine with the light of the
Throne.
And so standing, her husbands
arm around her, her vacant eyes see
ing only the things OF the far future,
from somewhere, the depths of her in
ncrmost consciousness muyhap, Con-
stance heard voice, and the voice
said:
"There be harder things in life
than burying our dead; there be
greater strifes in living than in dying
but for him who overcometh there
awaiteth crown of victory. "-The
New Bohemian.
Tile Market Value Of Cast-0ut Teeth.