The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1906-01-10
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BRIDAL TOUR
By Daisy Wright Field.
900

He was a prosperous young mer
chant and she was the belle of The
village: or had been. Now that the
wedding was over, she would follow
the custom of the community, settle
down 10 the stern realities of married
life with matronly airs, leavi 'g hei
throne, as queen of the village maid.
ems, to the next in popularity--probab.
ly her sworn enemy and rival Polly
Cleeve.
But she cared little for all this: she
had been too much absorbed in TIE
contemplation of her new finery, the
details of the wedding and the antici-
patton of the tour they were to take
Immediately after. Now the trousseau
had been carefully packed in trunks
band boxes, and haAd bags, the we'd
ding had gone off successfully IN the
little church, decorated with ever
greens and easter lilies and they were
in the little smoky general waiting
room of the depot. Young Mr.. Brown
stepped up to the window With an i'm
portant air, called for round trip tick
cts for two and ostentatiously opened
a well-filled pocketbook.
Where to?" queried the grinning
agent.
Such absentmindednes under the
tender influence of the sublime pas
sion. was too much for human nature
to bear stoically, however commend
able it might be. Mr.. Brown nearly
fell over backwards.
IL believe I've actually forgotten
The name of the place." he gasped in
dismay, and then there was a hasty
conference in the corner of the empty
waiting room, with little Mrs. Brown.
"Of course didn't forget anything" I"
he explained to her, but | remember
ed that we hadn't exactly decided. But
we will go to Uncle David's of course"
why of course?" queried the bride
rebelliously, haven't | just as much
reason to want to visit my Aunt
ELEM"
you may think you have" he ad-
mitted, loftily, but woman-like, you
have no doubt written a dozen long
letters to your aunt and received a
like number from her since our en-
gagement, while Uncle David and
have scarce exchanged line this sum-
mer. Besides"
Besides what?" as he hesitated.
Didn't you promise at the altar
not two hours ago, to honor and obey
me?" ....
ut was certainly in the ceremony,
which was not of my making" was the
reply, while small nose, at no time
Grecian, took on more pronounced
tilt: However | said Yes, with de-
rided mental reservation"
"And that was?'
! when | wanted to-"
"a very female trick" he remarked,
Ravagely.
"At the moment when your mind
should have been above scheming. and
wholly absorbed in the holiness of
your VOWS, you were providing for a
possible contingency in which you
would find it desirable to disobey me-
And the contingency, it appears,
has arisen even sooner than expected
It." with disdainful scorn. Mr..
Brown flushed darkly.
Say no more about your Uncle
Davids," she went on, II will not be
forced into obedience to any man"
Very well, as | shall not give up
the reins of authority to any woman,
we may as well say no more about
your Aunt Ellens. Well, shall we
order carriage and go homer"
Certainly not" was. the spirited
reply, you can do as you like; | am
going to Aunt Ellens.",
"And I to Uncle David's.'
When each stepped up and ordered
q ticket to a different town you might
have knocked that agent down with
a snowbird's feather. He was ac-
tually pale with astonishment where
ever he was visible behind a net
work of freckles adorning his jovial
countenance.
Little Mrs. Brown, with head erect
and elbows out aggressively, walked
to the window, where she became i'm
mediately absorbed in the scene with
out Her loving husband sauntered
about the depot, whistling the Dead
March, in what he meant to be de-
fiant, sprightly tone.
Twenty minutes was quite as long
as either could stand this. She had
Just turned to go to him, when he
started toward her.
Charlie" she murmured, Tets not
quarrel today. am willing to go
with you"
NO" said the husband. have
quite made up my mind. We will 60
10 your Aunt Ellen's.
"Now, when | wanted the pleasure
Of giving up to you in our first quar-
rel" she began almost in tears.