Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1898-01-27

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Several English sparrows. q though
to hail the bridal day with matin song.
perched upon the area rail Of the PEN
nington house on the morning Of juno
10. in the year of our LoEd eighteer
ninety i've. The doors of the base
ment and the lower hall Of the old
house were wide open. The florists
men hurried in and out. The caterers
assistants busted themselves In the kit
chen. Delivery wagons were driven
hastily up to the curb and as hastily
driven away again. The women cliff
jewellers looked in establishment at the
sight. Some Of them remembered that
day, perhaps only the year before when
their fathers houses presented such
scene and the great doors were OPEN
ed wide.
Two society reporters-society re-
porters always seem to go In pairs
came up the stoop, and for fifteen min
utes held an animated conversation
with Melicent. They gathered all the
details of the ceremony, the names Of
the prominent guests. the manner in
which the bride was dressed. and de-
scription of the decorations.
"It's worth about three sticks" re-
marked the man with the tweeds, af-
forwards. Connected with swell peo-
pie, you know. Poor as church mice
themselves, though"
House is nicely decorated" re-
marked he in the gray suit. II sup
pose some of their rich relatives must
have attended to that"
The young woman from another pa.
per, who came later, described the
whole affair as a beautiful home wed.
ding"-a phrase which had been used
before. 1t this case 1t was felicitous
one.
The old parlors looked like gar
den and the stairway was a veritable
path of flowers. The musicians were
concealed behind thicket of palms.
The roman reporter did not forget to
mention that there were rare exotics
banked with flowers"
The clock pointed to high noon. and
the musicians played the wedding
march. A rustic of silks and satins
was heard upon the stairs. The house
was darkened, and jets of gas took the
place of the midday sun.
Isn't she lovely?" simpered the girl
in lavender.
Under the spell of satin, Of old lace,
and of orange blossoms, Agatha Pen
nington seemed almost beautiful. There
was an air of womanliness and sweet
ness about her which they of st. Sebas-
tian's had never noticed before. The
tall tortoiseshell comb which her great
grandmother had worn upon her bridal
day was upon the brides head, and
string of pearls, brought from Florence
two generations before, encircled her
neck. Young De We're seemed dazed.
First of the bridesmaids was Nell
cent Pennington, in plain white, with
q brooch CT old gold at her throat.
Poor Mellie's beginning to fade"
whispered the girl in lavender to the
tall young man at her side.
"Shes a good woman" the man an
swered; he could think of nothing else
more gallant to say.
Anu Wutu oil was ONCl anu lhC
guests had gone, when caterer, florist,
and orchestra leader had been paid,
Mater and EIelicent sat together in the
front parlor among the flowers.
THAT offer of position in the con-
servatory of music came none too
soon," said Melicent. cit means twelve
dollars year."
"Yes," replied the mother, at is for
tunate, indeed. The house will have
to go, but perhaps we may be able to
save little from the wreck. II she
school had only been SUGGEST"
II know of the loveliest fiat" Nell
cent said-"only eighteen dollars
With what furniture we have
left, we can fit 1t up beautifully. And
then, there is my salary"
1T has been an awful expense" sigh
ed Mrs. Pennington, as she looked
about her. How did we ever manage
to meet it,"
But wasn't 1t beautiful wedding?"
asked Melicent, as she arose and laid