Milford chronicle., 1906-04-27

) stateroom Yittoria drew out that fool
ish little ring from its secret hidins
place and cried a bit over it. She
wasn't so very far removed from the
girl Of seventeen after all.
Five weeks had gone by and Kent
Harding was still waiting for his an.
swer from the unfathomable Miss
Lane. In the meantime Yittoria's little
box Of a home" in Greenwich village
lad seen a good deal Of him, for Wit
toria had proved herself such a stanch
and sincere little friend that he had
elected to make her the confdant Of
his passion for another woman. Five
weeks. and then gradually she had
perceived curious silsnce on Hard
ing's part-a constant inclination, when
Miss Lane was alluded to, to change
the topic Of conversation.
One night Yittoria had given a small
dinner party. Harding. being privi-
legged for the sake of old times, had out
stayed the other guests. He seemed a
bit abstracted, and it was a long time
before he could get his cigar to draw
properly. The silence somehow to Wit
toria took on terrifying tension. She
strove for some light thing to say.
Suddenly Harding looked up from his
cigar
'Yittoriaw he said and put out his
hand and touched hers.
"She was gorgeous tonight gor-
geous," observed Vittoria meditatively.
"Who? Why, Marion Lane. stupidr'
Harding gazed at her bewilderedly
for a second. "Why. yes, dare say
she was" he admitted
A day or two later Vittoria was read
ing a newspaper. Her hand trembled
slightly as she laid it down. Then, her
dimpled chin in her palm, gazing into
the freight she passed mentally
through a panorama of events.
A man had entered so quietly that
she only knew of his presence when he |
came and bent over her chair. Like a
child caught in wrongdoing, her first |
thought was to rid herself of incrimi- !
mating evidence In an instant she was |
on her feet trying to hide the newspa-
per which announced Miss Lanes en-
gagement to an army officer.
Il have seen it," announced Harding
quietly, "and-I still live, you see."
"Oh!' she exclaimed, stepping back
with little start. In a few moments
she excused herself to give some orders
to her maid. When she returned Hard
nS. met her with a solemn but light
aned face.
1T wasn't only Marion Lane who
'ound out something in the time we've
been waiting" said he. "Pve found
tut something too"
"DOn'tw she cried appealingly, and
ihe put up her hand as if to close him
tut of her sight.
Il found out that it was you want
ID, not Marion or any one else, but
'ou-you as in the long ago. You
laven't forgotten, have you, sweet
eart?"
The sunhowers and the hOllyhocks ia
he background were all gold and GRIM
on. Then the mist cleared as, rever-
ntly, he took her hand and drew it
rom her eyes.
mo, 1 haven't forgotten" said she
imply. And by her tear wet lashes he
new that it was so.
Queer weddings.
ut is hard to look over my record
marriage services without contin-
'us merriment," wrote the Rev. John
enry Barows, president of Oberlin
'llege. In a memoir Of her fathers
e Miss Barrows gives some Of his
-periences in his own words.
II recall the marriage where the
ykward father Of the bride, who
as himself nearly seven feet tall,
ed to kneel when his daughter knelt
d who required help after the bene-
,tiOn to bring him to his feet again.
1 remember the loving groom who
d come to my house to be wed and -
10, after the ceremony, itenderly re- n
lrked:
Jennie has no friends here, doctor.
ihould be so glad if you would kiss e
- III
l think Of the young man In church 81
o walked with five other young men H
one aisle, while the bride and five
er young ladies walked up the 9TH
aisle, the two forming a straight
itary line before the altar, and
0, when 1 whisperingly asked him
first name, replied in loud tones,
do and who at the close Of the
vice took out a ten dollar bill and
sented it in the presence Of the
Ire congregation.
think Of the couple whom 1 called
wrong names, saying, DO you,
rgeY DO you, MarthaY when 1
really addressing John and Jane.
glaneing over the license
ad read the names Of the brides
er and mother instead of those of
bride and g=na.a-"
A story OF Edwin Forrest.
Twin Forrest, the great actor, was
o., on one of his tours.
vas In the railroad station at mid
It. 1t was cold, bleak, biting wealth
and the old fellow hobbled uD and
Il the platform, but there was mai
even in his very hobble. An un-
aker's wagon pulled up ut the sta
and q corpse was removed from E