Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1904-09-30

before you go. 1t is such an ordeal;
you will feel quite faint"
"Oh, what blessed thought! I am
starved to death. What kind of soup
is it?'
Tomato bouillon, dear. had the
caterer stop his croquettes and salad
long enough to make it for you and
Louis, but Louis says he Is not hungry.
You would better hurry"
81 am coming"
Careful of your veil." called Cousin
Jennie Depew-but too late! 1t caught
on the door latch and wrenched itself
loose, leaving an ugly tear IS it went.
"Oh, oh, oh. Isn't that perfect
shame! Bring it down, Jennie, and fix
1t on again while I stave off starva-
ton"
"Mm-mm-That soup Is good. Just
little more, please. Time to go to
the church? oh, dear! Well | am
coming! Oh, you terrible fellow! You
have spilled that all over the front of
my gown. Wipe it off! Wipe it off
Yes, I'm coming! What a blessing
that l have a shower bouquet; that
soup streak will look just like one OF
the ribbons"
In the church vestibule we peeped in
and admired the daisy chain decora-
lions, estimated the number of guests,
settled 1our shoulders and our belts,
| grasped our shower bouquets at the
correctly stiff angle and waited that
breathless, tomblike moment before
the Lohengrin. All, there it is! La
la-lala-! Henrietta seized her fathers
| arm and started down the aisle at
merry trot, taking two steps to the
time of one. All that was left for me
| to do was to follow, which did at the
same terrible pace. arriving at the al
| tar quite out of breath, and, in my sur
prise at Henrietta's sudden halt in the
very arms of the clergyman, walked
half way up her train. The guests gig
gled-I know they giggled. 1t was aw-
full!
Ring" whispered the clergyman to
Louis-"ring," whispered Louis to
John. John always does things well.
| He reached his thumb and finger into
his vest pocket and brought out the
shining circlet and gave it to the min
lister. l can swear that l saw it safe
in the minister's hand, but he let it
| fall from his palm and it went rolling
merrily along the floor and chink.
chink, chink, down the register and ia
to the very jaws Of the furnace. Quick
as a flash John drew a ring from his
own finger and gave it to the clergy
man. Henrietta was laughing, actu
| ally, shaking with laughter. The little
front piece of the veil was slipping,
slipping down her forehead. Her bou-
Quet was in one hand, and Louis was
holding the other. She was helpless.
| and the veil fell down across the min
listers prayerbook. He had to stop
and brush it aside before he could
finish the service.
Henrietta said, ''Till death us do
part" in a voice broken with hysterl1
cal laughter. 1 didn't think she could
possibly finish the words. With a look
of mild rebuke the minister said, -
pronounce you man and wife" The
organist took that for his cue, and
burst forth with the triumphantly
beautiful hornlike notes of the Men;
delssohn, not hearing the fainter
words Let US pray The minister
raised his hands in blessing. Hen
rietta started to drop on her knees.
hesitated, looked at Louis, looked at
the organist, stole glance at the
people, then took the arm of the bride.
groom, turned him about and walked
demurely out of the church The girls
at the four corners of the church
pulled the daisy chains, but by some
mistake the umbrella canopy came
floating down upon the astonished min.
lister, extinguishing him completely.
The wedding breakfast passed of
with out incident. All the guests were
in the merriest mood, and Henrietta
seemed actually to enjoy the distinc-
ton of having taken part in the most
amusing wedding ceremony ever held
in Albany.
At the station Louis put his bride
safely aboard the train for the East,
| then stepped out to see about the lug.
gage. OF course, John had attended
to it properly and it was already in
the baggage car, but Henrietta wanted
Louis to see it and be sure that it was
all there and without superfuous
adornment. While he was wildly
plunging about the baggage room the
train pulled out and the bride started
on her journey alone.
II shall never marry you. John,
| never" 1 said as we took our seats in
the train for home. ~ hate weddings.
Our enga gementis at an end"