Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-04-01

sways the moral, and the moral stamps
the intellectual
"And, after all Cecile added II did
nothing. l only spoke u few words"
"Every word has it's own spirit,
True or false, that never dies.
Every word your lips have uttered
Echoes in Gods skies,'
I murmured.
Don't, don'tp' she cried. "That is the
sort Of thing Paul would have said Thank
heaven, Frank is ot--transcendental. "
asked her if she knew the meaning Of
the word, and she laughingly replied that
she knew 1t was something uncomfortable
And then she suggested that we should
change the subject.
"And please tell dear old Frank not to
bother. If he wants the ring, he'll have
to saw off my finger to get it, and l sup
pose he doesn't wish to do that
From that hour we dropped the subject,
and cannot remember any further allu-
sion to it being made. Isuppose the young
people came to some satisfactory under
standing, for Frank never again asked me
to Interfere in the matter, and was thus
spared any repetition of what is always
an ungrateful as well as an unpleasant
task.
Time passed on, and the wedding day
was fixed, and Cecile, like most brides
elect lived in a whirl. Between dressmak-
ers and friends and bridesmaids and rela-
tives, not to mention Frank, she seemed
to be ION the go" morning, noon and
night and began to recognize the truth
Of one of the unfayorable remarks l had
heard. She was unquestionably extremely
delicate She seemed to grow thinner day
by day, and sometimes, when my eye fell
Oh the offending little ring with its curl
GUS green stone, would tell myself that
soon it would not be question of being
unable to take it off, but of being impos-
sible to keep it on. However, notwith-
standing her thinness and her pallor, she
was in excellent spirits and laughed our
fears to scorn.
One morning, about week before the
day for which the wedding had been fixed,
went up to Savile row with the Longs
to see the final trying on of the bridal cos
tune. Cecile looked lovely in her marriage
garment of soft, rich satin, the dead white
of which was relieved here and there by
the dark green of the myrtle leaves with
which both the bodice and train were
trimmed The whole strength of the COM
pany was summoned from the atelier above
to admire their handiwork and it's wearer,
who was all smiles and gracious respon-
siyeness for time, until suddenly, with
out word or a sign of warning, she
clutched hold Of the chair against which
she was standing and fell back in dead
faint.
We were not long in restoring her to
consciousness but before leaving the
house l learned, to my grief and dismay,
that this was not the first time that &C.
Giles strength had succnmbed under Il
similar strain.
'But some young ladies never can stand
for long" said the graceful, fair haired
modiste, who looked herself ready to drop
quickly, Sit cannot be helped. One must
stand for a certain time if one wishes to be
properly fitted"
lone must suffer to be beautiful"
murmured sadly as 1 followed Cecile and
her mother down the wide, handsome
staircase.
The wedding day dawned dark and cold.
The sky above was one still, gray cloud,
but around us everything was clad in the
white of freshly fallen snow-a wedding
garment or a winding sheet, according to
the mood Of the beholder. The wind,
which was from the east, howled dismally
down the chimney the whole time was
arraying myself for the festiyity, and the
sound filled Inc with melancholy could
neither Danish nor ignore. 1t was like the
cry of a woman in pain.
When entered the church, lavishly dec.
Grated with white flowers and autumnal
leaves, the view was dulled and obscured
by the brown mist which came creeping
down the aisles, blurring the lamps and
changing the pillars into shadows.
had good view of the bride as she
passed up the AISLE and thought she look
ed CHASTITY. Her face was white, her trem-
bling lips were almost blue, and there
were purple rings round her large dark
hazel eyes.
The service commenced, but could not
fix my attention to listen. My nerves were
on edge. The air seemed dense, as If a
storm were brewing. l looked without
seeing. l listened without hearing Sud
denly my husband touched my arm and
whispered to me: "How nervous she is!
She is drawing off the wrong gloyel Why
don't they tell herF'
Then heard tinkling sound, as of q
coin falling OH the hard mosaic floor, and
l saw the smallest bridesmaid stoop and
pick up something. Then came cry which
resounded throughout the church. "Do
zobaczenia, Paulp' saw the bridesmaids
fall back as Mrs. Long rushed between
them-and remember no more
When l came to myself, was in the
schoolroom which communicated with the
church. My husband was with me- as we'll
as Minnie Grey, my NIECE who had offici-
ated as chief bridesmaid. She was very
pale and her eyes were full of tears. had
no need to ask the question 1T is all
over l said 81 know
Minnie burst into tears. st was in
Simultaneous the doctor told us, aunt And
see what Isabel picked upP' And she
handed me the ring that had looked at SO
often with doubt and regret. The center
stone--the euclase-had fallen out. Inside
the banda broad one-I read, "Do 20
baozenia, Paul ("
Only words! 1t was the spirit that had
given them life--and death. Exchange
Lenbach, the Painter.
In appearance Lenbach is typical Of his
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