Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1909-12-23
So They Were
Married

Hostess at her first postnuptial tea,
he Drand-new matron solemnly eyes
he girls who clustered about the
table and her tones were weighty and
portentous
Girls" she said, 1.-The most agon-
lzed morning Of my life was my bridal
morning-and Georges. It's really
quite long story. You see, just as
soon as my wedding day was decided
upon and publicly announced. all my
friends seemed to feel that it was up
to them to help celebrate Forthwith
began succession Of showers, card
parties, dinners and theaters, which
was harder physical work and a big
ger mental strain than anything I'd
ever known.
L would reach home about two
o'clock in the morning from some
northern suburb to meet myself start
ing out for luncheon down near the
indiana line. During the salad course
OF that luncheon | would have to ex-
cuse myself to my outraged hostess
and make tracks for Evanston, there
to grace with my presence a library
shower given in my honor. At six
o'clock I was due at Oak Park, where
distant cousin was to give a dinner
for me and following that ordeal was
a theater party A midnight supper
downtown came next and the hour
and a half that were left to me out of
the "A were passed with the hair
dresser, who repaired the ravages of
the days hilarities.
1T was very evident that If | con-
tinued at the same rate reefs would
have to be taken in all the garments
Of my trousseau," went on the brand
new matrOn. George wanted me to
go to sanitarium, he's SO unselfish.
You know it would have killed him if
| had gone away from him.
''The night before we were mar
ried," went on the brand-new matron,
mother gave the bridal party dinner.
The crowd of us danced and had mu-
sic and talked till most three And
at nine next morning | was to be
married-and George! 1t couldn't be
bit later, for the only train we could
take left at ten. And I was deter
mined, and so was George, to go no.
where but to Bois Rouge, Canada,
where we had the dearest little log
cabin right in the heart of a forest.
81 was too exhausted when l tum-
bled into bed to realize that on the
morrow I was to be married to
George. I fell asleep like a clod, with
no more romance about me than if |
had been a lump OF mortar. | was de-
termined to get every minute of my
allotted hours Of sleep. There would
be plenty of time to dream beautiful
poems Up at Bots Rouge, with George.
Perhaps you girls can imagine my
CONSERVATION at feeling myself
yanked ruthlessly by the arm in what
seemed to be about five minutes after
I had gone to sleep and then seeing
mother bending over me.
"'Child, it's eight o'clock" she
gasped.
The words were like an electric
shock. l leaped into my old shoes at
one bound. I nabbed my comb and
wound my hair in an antique coil at
the nape Of my neck, though my hat
had been specially designed for the
latest style Of turban hairdressing."
The girl guests appreciated the ca
tastrophe and looked profound sym
pathy.
my old-rose color suit was the
handiest," went on the brand-new ma
thon, "and | slipped into it without so
much as glance in the mirror l
slid down the stairs, gulped swal-
low of coffee in the kitchen and then
rushed down the street, putting on
pair of soiled white chamois gloves,
which I had grabbed in my excite
ment I quaked as l neaFed the
church, but with the courage born of
desperation I peeked in at the door
Girls, there were no ushers in evil
dence, but scattered about the church,
even in the ten front seats on the
middle aisle, were visibly excited
spectators. The organ was playing,
and I nearly had a fit on the spot for
and give the signal for the wedding
march,
81 wonder yet how l had the
strength to get around to the rector's
Office, which adjoined the chancel.
However, when | accomplished the
feat, there l found George, disheveled
and wild eyed, arrayed in a shiny old
blue serge suit and spotted tan
spring overcoat with an automobile
cap on the back of his head and
crumpling in his hands a gray glove
and a reddish brown one. He nearly
expired from pure relief when he saw
me.
by that time II was a quarter to
nine and it was evident that there
was no time to lose. We called in a
passing eXpressman and a maid who
was hurrying to the corner grocery
with an apron thrown over her head.
With these as witnesses we were mar