The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-03-26
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GOT THE NEWS.

Pauline and Polly Peters, enterprisine
for the first time in their short lives, and
were engaged in reproducing the event
10 the best of their remembrance.
Pauline, with a preternaturally solemn
air. held last years almanac in her hand
and figured as the officiating clergyman,
while Polly, with a piece of mosquito net
ting over her head and a bouquet of bach
elor buttons in her hand, was the bride.
The most impressive part OF the cere-
mony, to their minds, was the throwing
rice and old shoes after the departing
couple, and the insurmountable difficulty
of introducing this feature into their re-
production caused them much distress
A bride, Polly complained, couldn't very
well throw rice at herself, and, as Pauline,
thought 1t needed a hack or some kind
OF conveyance to make the thing complete
1t was at last reluctantly decided 20 omit
this most interesting part of the mar
riage
The wedding procession, conspicuous for
a trif1ing oversight In the matter of a
bridegroom, was on the point of startiug
down the barn. when the event was TAX
ing place, when q young man drove into
the yard, and, htching his horse. rang
the bell to inquire for the twins grown
up sister.
For minute the children gazed at each
other as the door opened to receive them,
then a brilliant idea struck them stimuli
taneously. off came Polly's veil and down
went Paulnes book.
That's Charlie Bingham come to take
sister to ride" gasped Polly, dancing up
and down in delight.
II know it." said Pauline. excitedIv
and we haven't a minute to lose. You
run right up to the house and get all
the rice you can, and I'll borrow some Of
the neighbors"
"Oh, Mrs. Herrick.' she painted breath
lessly few seconds later as she rushed
into that lady's door, won't you please
let me have some rice?"
why, child, what do you want of rice?
You are not having wedding at your
house, are your
Eyes, ma'am, and please hurry or n
will be too late"
But who Is it for?"
For sister Sue" shouted Pauline. who
was in too much of a hurry 10 stop for
elaborate explanations, and raced back to
meet Polly, who had had the good luck
to find bag of the stuff which the grocer
LETT on the Kitchen table.
We'll, haven't they kept that pretty
quiet" inquired Mrs Herrick of her call
er, Mrs. Smith, as she picked up her knit
ting, and both ladies' drew their chairs
to the windows on the side next the Pc
ters' house to watch the course Of events
more closely.
There goes Parson Hildreth," exclaim-
ed Mrs. Smith; and, sure enough, that
reverend gentleman was seen coming
down the steps next door, having made a
call upon the twins father.
II thought that would be match some
time; but what are those children doing
now?"
Pauline and Polly, in their stocking feet.
were tying white hair-rlbbons to the
horses foretops, and two pairs of small
shoes were seen dangling under the car
riage. There had been no time TO hunt up
cast-off symbols of good luck, so the
twins had hastily Invested themselves of
their own foot gear, and only mourned
that they weren't centipedes when they
viewed the smallhess of the collection
The little girls had barely finished tying
the last knot and skipped into the barn
after their bags of rice when Mr. Bing-
ham came out to get his team He was n
desperately shy young man and especial
ly observing. Being slightly agitated. .
too, it is doubtful whether he would have
noticed had his horse turned into a pranc-
ing zebra during his absence, and il is
not strange that the ribbons and other
decorat tons failed to attract his attention.
Pretty Miss Susie Peters next appeared
to take her place I'm the carriage. and
Mr.. Bingham had just gathered up the
reins preparatory to a start when a cloud
burst Of rice enveloped them, the carriage.
the horse and a good share of the people
on the street.
The horse,a nervous animal, started with
a jump, and further irrtated by the dut-
terlng ribbons before his eyes, swept down
the street at a runaway pace. The shoes
swung back and forth under the carriage
for some distance, but finally dropped off
in front Of the Office Of the Snowsville
Clipper, a country weekly. whose force
led feverish existence trying to live IN
to the motto. "All the news, while IL IA
news, while IL Is fresh"
Editor Dodge, who had a lively reaIiza-
ton Of the fact that eternal vigilance is
the price Of items, cast his eagle eye out
OF the windows In time 10 note the oceu-
pants Of the flying carriage. the rice ana
the shoes In front Of his Office door.
Hold on, John" he called to the fore
man, who had just finished making up he
paper, unlock the last form ana take out
half column Of plate matter: / will be