Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1897-04-02

sways the moral, and the moral stamps
the intellectual.
And after ALL" Cecile added. Il did
nothing. l only spoke 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"
l murmurcd.
Don't. DON'T she cried. That Is
the sort OF thing Paul would have said.
Thank heaven Frank Is not-transcend.
entail"
/ asked her II she knew the meaning
OF the word, and she laughingly re-
piled 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. II he wants the ring he'll
have to saw of my finger to get 1t. and
l suppose he doesn't wish to do that"
From that hour we dropped the sub
1ect. and | cannot remember any fur
Their allusion to 1t being made. sup
pose the young people came to some
satisfactory understanding, for Frank
never again asked me to interfere In the
matter. and l was thus spared any
repetition Of what is always an un-
grateful as we'll as an unpleasant task.
Time passed on. and the wedding day
was fixed. and Cecile, like most Brides
elect. lived in whirl. Between dress
makers. and friends, and bridesmaids,
and relatives mot to mention Frank,
she seemed to be ION the go" morning,
noon, and night. and began to recog-
nize the truth OF one of the unfavor-
able remarks had heard. She was I'M
questionably extremely delicate. She
seemed to grow thinner day by day,
and sometimes, when my eye fell on the
OFFENDING little ring with its curious
green stone ! would tel myself that
soon it would not be question Of being
impossible to keep it on. However,
Notwithstanding her thinness and her
pai'or, she was in excellent spirits. and
laughed our fears to scoEn.
One morning, about a week before
the day for which the wedding had
been fixed. l went up to. Savile Row
with the Longs to see the final trying
on OF the bridal costume. 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
company was summoned from the
q ~ hot n l.
work and its wearer, who was all
smiles and gracious responsiveness for
a time, until suddenly. without a word
or 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 learned. to my grief and dis
may, that this was not the first time
that Cecile's strength had succumbed
under a similar strain
But some young ladies never can
stand for long" said the graceful, fair
haired modiste. who looked herself
ready to drop with exhaustion. How
ever" she added quickly. ut cannot be
time II one wishes to be properly fit
ted"
III faut sOuffrir pour etre BELLE"
murmured sadly, as l followed Cecile
and her mother down the wide, hand.
some staircase.
The wedding day dawned dark and
cold. The sky above was one still,
orov nj srJ lint orOuud 10 o,.o.yAh =, n,
was clai in the white Of freshly fallen
snow, wedding garment or a winding
sheet q according to the mood of the be-
holder The wind, which was from the
east. hswled dismally down the chin
ney thu whole time was arraying my
self fer the tcstivity, and the sound
filed nc with a melancholy l could
neither banis: nor ignore. 1t was like
the cry Of woman In pain.
When l entered the church, lavishly
decorated with white flowers and au-
tumnal leaves. the view was dulled and
came creeping down the aisles. blur
ring che lamps and changing the pill
lars into shadows.
had a good view Of the bride as
i
she looked CHASTITY. Her face was
white; her trembling lips were almost
blue; and there we're purple rings
round her large. dark hazel eyes.
The service commenced. but l could
not hx my attention to listen. My
nerves were on edge. The air seemed
dense, as II a storm were brewing. ]
looked without seeing. l listened with.
out hearing. Suddenly my husband
touched my arm and whispered to me
How nervous she is! She Is drawing
of the wrong glove! Why don't they
tell herr"
Then I heard tinkling sound as OF
a coin falling on the hard mosaic floor,
and l saw the smallest bridesmaid
stoop and pick up something. Then
came a cry which resounded through
out the church. do zobaczenia, Paul!
l saw the bridesmaids fall back as Mrs.
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