The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1896-09-18

There was a low murmur of admi.
ration as the bride, leaning on the
arm of her guardian, passed slowly
up the aisle of tho tlower-embowered
church.
Little Mrs. Gossip could not resist
saying to her friend as she gazed;
"Aren't they a handsome coupled
He is quite the handsomost man in
the city. and they say he worships the
ground she walks on. 1 shouldn't
wonder if it were true, too, for he
looks like ghost, aud she is white
enough too, for that matter.
"Dear! dear! that was an unlucky
speech. Like ghost l said, and Mt
a wedding, too!'
The last triumphant note Of the
organ swclled out on the perfumed
air and ceased. The bishops sonor-
Gus voice rolled forth in the words of
the old solemn service: dearly be-
loved, we are gathered together here
in the sight of God and in the fnce of
this congregation, to join together
this man and this woman i'll holy mat
rimouy." On and on, and at last to
the old question:: "Who riveth this
woman to be married to tn man?"
Donald Orton, stepping back after
the presentation, was seen TO stagSer
and press one hand quickly over his
heart.
There was stir far down the aisle,
the swift approach of quiet feet,
shuffliug noise for n minute or two as
some persons went towards the vestry.
bnt 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 chino 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 cXcitedly the
while. Quickly the word passed from
lip to lip:
Dead! how shocking! Heart dis
ease, the doctors say. On, poor Con-
stance! Poor little bride -
Clad 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.
p~5.v iitsio ~ifo, lot me comfort
| you," said Corson, touched to the
idepths of his simple nature by the
Solemn service and moro solemn after
bcene.
u For few moments she stood still,
her head on his shoulder; then, look
ing earnestly in his face: ~ will be
y good wife to you, Corson. God
will help me, and indeed l will try
hard"
eyes, yes, darling. A far better
Mife than IL useless fellow like me de-
Serves" he said, feeling vaguely a
Something above and beyond him in
the tense quiet OF her voice.
I And so to earth's long list was adj
He'd one more of those dear unclnon-
lzed saints, who, dropping sclf-ease
Ind inclination, take up dun threads
duty and, one by one, weave them
faithfully into life's warp and wooi,
hat the completed web, beyond the
bill, may shine with the light Of the
hrone.
lAud so standing, her husband 3
thn around her, ncr vacant eyes see
ilk only the things Of the far future,
finn somewhere, the depths of her in
utmost consciousness mnvhnp, Con-
sAce heard a voice, and the voice
sd:
tTherc be harder things in life
thb burying onr dead; there be
griter strifes in living than in dying {;
bIfor him who overcomcth there
awliteth n crown of victory. The
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