Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-11-08

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III flowers, the bride-cake being placed
Il the middle between-worst Of ALL
two bottles of champagne.
Lord RIVERS was amused at her
frankly expressed horror. He thought,
aid thought justly, that this was one
o. the most original Of weddings
There was no kiss, 10 caress, no wish
izg OF happiness or joy; not that that
mattered, for he was in an elysium OF
love and Violet in maze of delight
She laughed when Miss Atherton
looked at the table, and uplifting her
hands, cried:
"Bride-cake and champagne in my
house."
They generally accompany love and
marriage" said Lord RIVERS.
They generally accompany extrava
gance and ruin." cried Miss Anterior,
and she steadfastly refused to touch
one drop of the sparkling wine.
This is my first glass of cham.
payne" said Violet; Il have often
lOW dtllClOuS II lluoL Dts Dul
have never tasted it."
Il hope your life will Re as clear,
shining, and bright as the wine in your
glass;" cried the young husband.
Miss Anterior gazed solemnly at
her.
Il hope it will be your last, Violet.
You have married an extraYagant man,
who will never rest until he has ruined
himself. l hope you will have more
sense than to fall in with his absurd
notions"
Il shall try my best 20 be sen sible,
aunt" replied the fair young bride.
She could laugh now that she would
soon be away, but Miss Atherton's
GOODNESS and sharp, biting tongue had
always been a great trouble to her.
The beautiful face of the young bride
on her wedding morning was pale as
a white rose. The novelty, the bright
life before her, were delightful, but she
missed what enhances TIE happiness
of most girls-a mothers kiss and a
AoehCl IuGGIJ DleSN
When the obnoxious champagne was
finished, and some little inroad had
been made into the bride cake, it was
time to go. Lord RIVERS mad detained
the carriage that they might drive to
Darlington railway station. When
Miss Atherton heard that, she subsidized
into stony silence; no oyher words
were needed or used.
THE end Of all this extravaganza
must come" she repeated to herself
again and again; those people vino
would sleep upon roses must feel the
thorns, seeming to derive great sat.
isfaction from the thought.
The moment came in which aunt and
niece babe each other faiewell; and
then Violet looked into 'he stern, cold
face with weeping eyes.
Give me one kind word, one kind
wish, aunt" she said. ct seems cruel
that l should leave what has been my
home without one kind word"
You have pleased yourself; you
have married man who seems to
think extravaganza a virtue. have
few words fer you.-words of proph-
ecy,-that you VIII find thorns, sharp
and long, in your orange blossoms"
Years afterward the woris returned
to Violet's mind. and she knew that
they indeed had been prophetic.
Lord RIVERS overheard them and
fastened to her. 1t was useless now
for Miss Atherton to look Mortified or
turn aside He took Violet IN his arms
before her very eyes and kissed her.
She was his wife, and no one could in
terfere.
do not listen. darling" he cried:
there is not one single ,aorn in your
beautiful orange blossoms. and, if
there were, would take 1t away. If
Aunt Alice cannot say goodbye to you
kindly, we will leave her without"
Miss Atherton did not yield: she was
firm to the last; and they parted from
her without even the semolance of a
good wish.
she will come back to me yet" was
her comment, as the carriage drove
away, land then-then l shall see the
thorns amid the orange blossoms"
But, when they had gone, when the
last sound of the carriage wheels had
died away. and no echo came OF the
horses feet. then the blignted imbit-
tered heart bled. Oh, why had Heaven
been so good to this girl. fair of face.
ard so cruel to her? Why had love
been sent to her as fever of pain, as
fever of misery? Yet 70 this girl it
was a golden dream of happiness. real
lied for the present. even If il ended
in the blackness apd bitterness of
death. She paced up and down the
garden paths. by which the hollyhocks
grew, and her whole soul revolted
against the decree OF Heaven. Why
was she old. worn. and haggard? Why
had she no fond husband, no sweet
children? Why had she missed all
that was fair and pleasant in life?
The old pain and passion ti,at had once
slept awoke with bitter clamor. bitter
anguish.
Why is itg" she cried, with clasnad