The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1907-07-20
AFTER THE WEDDING.
Scenes at Which the Bride Is Con-
demned by Her Relatives.

1t was the day after the wedding and
every one was in a bad humor. Pater-
famalias coming downstairs TO break
fast had slipped on grain of rice
on the stairs and wrenched his back
MaterfamiliaS was grieving over the
loss of her favorite daughter and the
fact that two of her best Royal Wor-
cester plates had been broken and three
silver spoons stolen by some one in at
+! tendance at the reception.
| Margaret came in looking like thun-
der cloud. when people are starving
to death in China it does seem a shame
that more than million pounds of rice
should be lying all over this house, -
she said:
Then she turned to the assembled
multitude. My feet hurt she cried.
Il stood up seven hours running yes
terday and my feet are nearly killing
me, and 1 cannot find anywhere the
only SHES / ever loved. They are so soft
and easy that l never knew l had
them on, and instead of being able to
wear those today when 1 am so tired.
| here l had to cut on a new pair of
stiff ties to come down to breakfast in.
Has anyone seen my slippers? l
| have looked in every room in this house
for them. and they are not to be found.
] suppose one of the maids in spasm
/
| shelf in some dark closet, and 1 will
never see them any more"
What did they look like?" asked
her elder brother languidly.
| They had once been beautiful
They had coquettish red heels and
| jaunty gold buckles, and once upon a
time I paid 80 for those foolish things
Have you seen them, 'Bob'?'
Yes
"Where?''
Tied to Mirandas trunk by means
Of long pieces of white ribbon. Fact
is. ] tied them myself. and they were
as decorative as possible. What's the
use of raving, Madge, they are gone
now?"
But Mr.. Robert had his troubles a
little later, when he took his handker-
chief out of his raincoat pocket in a
crowded car and fiirted a lot of rice on
the face of a young woman sitting on
the seat near which he was standing.
and in whose eyes he had imagined he
saw a little look of interest directed at
him.
Later in the day the feminine mem
bers of the family gathered in the late
lamented Miranda's room to divide
among them the possessions of that
young woman. which she had, in the
pride of her rousseau, contemptuously
intimated that they might have.
They had quarreled over a blue XII
mono and a large ton sunshade, and
were just beginning to row over a very
delicate petticoat, which only needed a
little mending here and there to make
it desirable, when uncertainties came
into the room with perturbed look on
her face.
Whoever took those teaspoons must
have taken nv umbrella. also she
said. My best umbrella, the silk one
with the worked metal handle. 1t was
the prettiest one L ever saw. Your
aunt gave it to me, and she told me
herself that it cost s25 in Paris. II
had it put away most carefully in my
closet, but it isn't there now. And
think-it had never even had the cover
off it
Il suppose we had better tell her."
said Madge to the other girls.
Yes, no use putting 1t off any long
er." they replied in chorus.
Very well, then, mother. Miranda
took your umbrella with her. She said
hers wasn't nearly handsome enough
for her going-away gown, and so she
took yours and asked US to tell you
after she had gone She said we were
to say thank you for her, and TO add
that you had always been such an in
dulgent mother that she knew you
would not mind.
Wouldn't 1. indeed, Well 1 shall
write to her today to send it back by
express at once. She took your brace
let, Madge-I suppose l might as well
break it to you now-and some of the
baby pins of the other girls
'Robberi" remarked the fond sis
tiers of the bride in one breath.
There is another disagreeable thing
/ have to say to you, my daughters,
that l might as well say now and get it
over" went on materfamilias. "The
expense of Miranda's wedding has been
so great that your father has decided
he will not be able to send us to Nara
gansett this summer, as usual. but that
instead we will have to go to the East
ern Shore. I know you are going to be
but remember Miranda is
the oldest, and it was proper she should
be given a smart wedding. Next sum-
mer we viii take up our usual life, but
this year you must make some sacri- |
fees for the sake of your dear sister,
Dear, indeed" mourned Madge, !
and there were lamentations from far
and near.
Taking it altogether, wedding in |
the family is not the unalloyed blessing |
the unwilling might think. There |
have been cyclones with less trouble |