The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-07-04
MARRIAGE OF HELENE.
The Wedding OF tho Daughter of
CnnCfcrrs, H.

The Wedding of tho Daughter of a
Concierge I'm Paris.
opened the door OF my tiny ilnt, NJ i
his majesty the concierge stood there.
skullcap III hand
Helene is to marry on Wednesday.
monsieur. 1t Is the young man from
the epicerie next door Il understand
now how 1t was that 1t always took
pretty little Helene 90 minutes to fetch
me twopennyworth OF sugar., Il brave
boy and In good position. l and the
mother OF the child, we are both raw
shed. And how Helene. nothing Will !
satisfy her but that monsieur shall |
make the wedding with us. 1t Is Il lib
erty take, but monsieur has known
the child quite small, and
"Not another word" cry. "Of
course will come" And murmuring
that "confoundcd' him (the French
tongue Ia rich in these delightful ccccn-
trcties, for had been quite polite),
NJ. riDelet made his way down to his
comfortable lodge again.
Wednesday came. At 10 o'clock In
the morning l was fully attircd in all
the glorics OF evening dress, my but
tonhole carefully widencd to receive
the sprlg Of orange blossom which
with kiss on each cheek-I should
purposcly claim from the fair Eeleno
In return for my wishes for her happi-
ness and the little gold wire bracelet
with a turquoise heart which I had
sent down to ber that morning.
looked out Of the window, and
when saw that the carriages were
there trottcd down stairs and was re.
ceivcd in great state by NJ. Pipclct aud
Ills wife.
fairly gaspcd. The everyday cos.
tune Of the Pipelct family may be
most politely described as dishabilc.
During the long years have lived in
the house.I never remember to have
seen Father pIpelet IN aught else but
shirt sleeves or Nine. P.'s buxom form
confined in corscts, but to today, ye
gods
Ladies' first. Lend me your aid. sc
writer's for the ladies' page.
Yards upon yards of brand new
black satin cnvcloped Nine. Pipelct,
and on her ample bosom burned q
bucklcr Of ruby colorcd velvet. Large
gold earrings adorned her cars, and
on her head-but there! will not de.
scribe her hat. The mines Of Klondike
should not tempt me to attempt 1t,
for should not hope to do 1t justice.
Forward" cried Father Pipclet.
Monsieur the mayor will be waiting" {"
and with many jokes and much polite
making way for one another we enter
ed the glass coaches In whiting. They
were real glass coaches. mind you.
cushioned with fawn colored cushions,
trimmed with white, and might have
done duty for the pumpkin coach Of
Cinderella.
at the Marie not only monsieur the
mayor but more friends were waiting,
and when we left and followed the
newly married couple to the Bois (there
was no religious ceremony our seven
glass coaches were supplemented by
two tapissleres = large black wagon
cites gayly decorated with white satin
fayors.
, And so to the restaurant The jokes
on the way were much es other red
ding party jokes, and the breakfast
was much as other wedding breakfasts
; are. The big gendarme came hopeless
ly to grief over his speech and kissed
q pretty bridesmaid In mistake for the
bride. Father Pipelet got rather drunk
and pulled the toblecloth into so many
imaginary cordons That several glasses
Il syTerea badly. and Mime: Pipelet melt
! ed Into tears, although her pretty
daughter was not to go away any far.
ther than just next door.
Then, after the bill was paid, came
the real business Of the day-the divi-
sion of the bridal bouquet and the
honeymoon. The bridal bouquet and
the kisses were given Hclenc Is espe-
cially nice to kiss), and oil Of us climb
ed into the carriages and wagonettes
! again. -.
For Partisan honeymoon, when the
honeymooners are Of the middle class,
Is made In company and consists Of a
drive all around the Bots de Boulogne
and games Qn summer) in the green
gladcs nfterwnrd.
What fun it was, and how the people
cheered us rs we went! And in the
evening, after dinner that 7 shudder
even now to think about. we drove oil
round the town, depositing guests as
we went, and finally lonely trio, Mr.
and Mrs. PIpelet and /, dropped He
lene and her husband at the epicerie
and went next door to bed.-Paris Cor.
London Press.