The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-11-01
THE ADVERTISERS DAILY SHORT STORY


 As Lydia Remyng walked up the aisle 1 Of the old church in Paris I said to my.
 self that had never seen a more beau. .iIui woman-beautifnl not only with the beauty of dark, long eyes and yellow nair, straight nose and coral, sonsuous lips. but with the beauty of a faultless
 hhsure, h, tall. wiiiowy snd strong, the
 clear stream that pulsed redly under her
 white skin. She moved with ar easy
 slnuous grace that reminded me in some
 Way oi usress racing her native jungle
 Mrs. Remyng that winter in the salons
 CT acquatntances and had become a little interested in her. 1 am something of d
 sluoent or types: The interest. however, ana then with faint nod of recognition.
 but paid no further attention to me. I was used to this. because I am sallow ana sparse bearded, nearing fifty years oto. ana one of my shoulders is higher tnan the other. l noticed that she seem c1 attracted by. and attracted, young. i!Lhnoelooded men of the sort we call le"tuS but Gsa1sv are not especially intel
 III up gaps in social parties. No one whom had asked seemed to know much ahout her, except that ehe had been som some years abroad. was under thirty. nao plenty or money. and was the widow or an American manufacturer of iron.
 6ascom Canning, in knot of black coated friends. stood at the altar waiting Tor her. He was big. young fellow. poor. an art student and not capable
 lie was envied because of his success in marrying rich woman. We thought it to De good match for him. He was too lazy for other endeavor and would have starved on his pictures. He had pursued her fercely and sharp-tongued females in our set said she had met him more than half way. At any rate. there was no doubt of their mutual fascina- tion. He had been with her almost con. stantly in the days just before the we'd dlng. A stream of light fell on him from 2 glass in the high roof and I thought ne was pale Generally his face was red ! chuckled and whispered to pr. Raoui armand. my very dear friend:
 The nearness of the millions scares
 "So"' he whispered back. "perbans "' ''e There was nothing In the ceremony to oistinguish 1t from other ceremonies of the kind. The groom was the more ner- vous. but that Is usual. He dropped the ring when trying to put 1t on her finger and she looked at him steadily. He grew gre paier Then they came back down the aisle together and climbed into inc carriage end were driven away. got q good look at her face as she passed She did not look happy so much us sat lsned. II was the kind of look that the first steaming dishes are brought on. It was joy in a way. but the joy of ' N
 Dr. Armand took my arm ane we walked down the street togetier. ought to say here that he is a physician without practice, He has money and de- votes his time to study and pursuits of outlandish subjects. He has book in press now called Caucasian CannibaI- sm' that will inform end shock people.
 canning is strong. young fellow. nd l am sorry for him. .'
 lie has a beautiful woman and | wealth l answered, naturally enough. Why the sorrow?'
 A stationer's store was near. He walked into 1t, took up a sheet of paper "T9te 9 on It, sealed it in an envelope, | aid. he
 hen he called cab and drove away.
 was used to his eccentricities. put the nvelope In my pocket and went about ny business. Succeeding months I spent London. Returning to Paris in lato 'ntumn I got my old quarters and un-
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