The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1899-05-04
HOW THE CLIPPER
GOT THE NEWS.

DAULlNE and Polly Peters, enter
prising twins, aged seven, had just
seen wedding for the first time in their
short lives, and were engaged in repro
ducing the event to the best of their re-
! membrance.
| Pauline, with preternaturally SOL
emn air, held last years almanac in
her hand and figured as the officiating
clergyman, while Polly, with piece of
F, mosquito netting over her head and
bouquet of bachelor buttons in her
hand, was the bride.
The most impressive part of the cere-
mony, to their minds, was the throwing
| of rice and old shoes after the depart
ing couple, and the insurmountable
difficulty of introducing this feature
into their reproduction caused them
much distress.
A bride, Polly complained, couldn't
we'll throw rice at herself, and, ss Paul.
inc thought it needed hack or some
kind of q conveyance to make the thing
complete, it was at last reluctantly de-
cided to omit this most interesting part
of the marriage.
The wedding procession, conspicuous
for trifling oversight in the matter of
a bridegroom, was on the point of start
ing down to the barn, where the event
was taking place, when a young man
drove into the yard, and, ,hitching 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 re-
ceive him, then a brilliant idea struck
them simultaneously. Off Polly's veil
and down went Pauline's book.
"That's Charley Bingham come to
take sister to ride" gasped Polly dane
ing up and down in delight.
II know it," said Pauline, excitedly,
''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."
20, Mrs. Herrick," she painted breath
lessly a few seconds later as she rushed
into that lady's door, won't you please
let me have some rice?' n
"Why, child, what do you want of
rice? You are not having a wedding
o1 youI uouSc, arc yOu.
"Yes, ma'am, and please hurry, or 1t
will be too late"
"But who is it for?"
For Sister Sue," shouted Pauline,
who was in too much of hurry to 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 had left on the kitchen
table.
swell, haven't they kept that pretty
quiet?" inquired Mrs. Herrick of her
caller. Mrs. Smith, as she picked up her
knitting, and both ladies drew their
chairs to the windows on the side next
to the Peters house to watch the course
of events more closely.
There goes Parson Hildreth:" ex-
claimed Mrs. Smith; and sure enough
that reverend gentleman was eeen COM
ing down the steps next door, having
made call upon the twins father.
II thought that would be match
sometime; but what are those children
/ doing now?"
Pauline and Polly, in their stocking
feet, were tying white hair ribbons to
the horses foretops, and two pairs of
small shoes were seen dangling under
the carriage. They had barely finished
tying the last knot and skipped into
the barn after their bags of rice when
Mr.. Bingham came out to get his team.
He was a desperately shy young man
and not especially observing. Being
slightly agitated, too. it ia doubtful
whether he would have noticed had his
horse turned into prancing zebra dur
ing his absence, and it is not strange
that the ribbons and other decorations
failed to attract his attention.
Pretty Miss Susie Peters next ap-
peared TO take her place in the carriage.
and Mr.. Bingham had just gathered up
the reins preparatory to start when
cloudburst of rice enveloped them,
thecarriage. the horse, and good share
of the people on the street.
The horse, q nervous animal, started
with jump, and, further irritated by
the huttering ribbons before his eyes,
swept down the street at runaway
pace. The shoes swung back and forth
under the carrisgs for some distsuce,
but finally dropped of in front Of the
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