The Cairo bulletin., 1910-01-04
So They Were
Married

Hostess at her FIRST postnuptial tea,
the brand-new matron solemnly eyes
the girls who clustered about the
table and her tones were weighty and
portentous
Girls" she said. 1.-THE most agon.
lied morning Of my life was my bridal
morning and Georges. IT'S really
quite a 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
vas harder physical work and a big.
ger mental strain than anything I'd
ever known
Il 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 | was due at Oak Park. where
distant cousin was to give dinner
tor 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 hilartties.
1T was very evident that II con
tinued at the same rate reefs would
have to be taken in all the garments
OF my rousseau" went on the brand
new matron. George wanted me to
go to a sanitarium, he's so unselfsh.
You know 1t would have killed him II
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 / 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
mo-
bled into bed to realize that on the
morrow ! was to be married to
George. | fell asleep like a clod, with
no more romance about me than II
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
! 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. I leaped into my old shoes at
one bound. 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 locked profound sym.
patty,
My old.rose color suit was the
went On the brand.new ma.
fhon, and slipped into it without so
much as glance in the mirror I
'lld down the stairs. gulped swal-
NV of coffee in the kitchen and then
sushed down the street, putting on a
Hair OF soiled white chamois gloves.
Which ! had grabbed in my excite.
nent I Quaked as neared the
'hrroh. but with The courage born OF
deportation | reeked In at the door.
Urls. there were no rshers in evil
'ercc hit scattered about the church.
ven IN the ten front seats on the
HFi .t-tS were vieihly evcl.~l