Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-09-14

things!"
And he doesn't want me to be
married in church." Julia continued.
He wants me to be married In q
garden-on the edge of the pond. he
says that the iris and the water lilies
Will form perfect setting"
Reused at last to the seriousness OF
the situation. Aunt Nancy CALCULATED:
mot be married in church? why,
Julia Deming, that's perfectly BIAS
phemous."
Quick in her defense Of her lover,
Julia stated. II don't think he means
to be sacrilegious. Aunt Nancy, but
he worships beauty"
"But that isn't the worst of It," she
continued, che doesn't want a con-
ventional wedding breakfast. Hes 60
ing to give me gold loving cup LOT
one Of my presents, and he has asked
me to serve pale golden punch ana
pass the cup from hand to hand.
II never served anything to drink IN
my life," Aunt Nancy said with de-
clsion, "and I don't expect to begin
at your wedding. Do you mean to say
that he doesn't want any cake or sand.
witches or chicken salad and boiled
tongue, Julia?"
''He doesn't want anything but the
punch" was the response; he thinks
1t spoils all the romance to eat rlgnt
after such sacred ceremony"
Aunt Nancy had vision Of Twin
Corners deprived of its wedding
feast! III Peter thinks" she re-
marked, frigidly, that am going to
lose my reputation for hospitality, he
is mistaken, Julia. You can settle with
him as you like about your gown,
but shall run the refreshment end"
But Julia's tale was not yet told.
"And-and after we are married"
she hesitated, I'VE are not going to go
on a trip. We are going to walk
down the road, and into the woods,
and take q boat and float down the
stream to the island, and stay there
for our honeymoon"
What" Aunt Nancy's hands
went up to her bewildered brow. is
Peter crazy, Julia?"
mo. He has engaged the Fosters
bungalow, where they camp in sum-
mer, and he's going to put IN man
and a maid to cook and look after
things, and he and will commune
with nature and with each other"
Aunt Nancy in her youth had lis
tened to the pipings of Pan. You
might do worse than that" she said,
softly.
ooh, but Aunt Nancy, don't you
ee:' there was terror in little Julia's
voice; I'm not like you. You and
uncle fitted into each others lives.
You liked to tramp the fields with
him, and you liked the same books,
and the same quiet evenings by the
big fireplace; but Peter and why,
Aunt Nancy, there isn't thing that
do that Peter doesn't laugh at"
There was the rub! And Aunt
Nancy knew that it was true. Peter,
arrogant Peter, rich and assertive
was overlooking all the beautiful
budding womanhood in little Julia;
was making her lay figure on
which to hang his theories.
"sYou just take a stand, Julia" she
advised, and don't let him think
he Is the whole thing"
But taking a stand with Peter was
not an easy thing to do.
II don't see why you object to my
ideas, JULIA" he said that night, as
they stood together in the moonlight.
They were at the foot of the rose
garden. and it's fragrance was all
about them. II don't see why you
should object to looking like Greek
goddess rather than French fash
ion plate. And as for refreshments,
l should think your soul would recoil
from the thoughts OF salads and
sandwiches at such q moment"
Julia's copper-hued head was
against his shoulder, her adoring
eyes were raised to his. For, in spite
of his freakish point OF view, Peter
was adorable.
But everybody in Twin Corners
will think we are crazy" she pro.
tested, feebly.
Who cares for Twin Corners?''
Peters eyes laughed into hers.
She wrenched herself from him,
suddenly. 81 care!" she cried shrilly !;
ooh, might as we'll tell you Peter.
l don't like the gowns you have
planned for me. | want white satin
dress with a train and veil; and
don't want to be married on the edge
Of a pond, l want to be married In
church: and l don't want to go into
the woods for my honeymoon"
He caught her hands and looked
down at her. holding her, masterfully
Where would you like to go?" he
demanded.
Julia hesitated. II want to take a
trip breathiessly. "And-you'll
laugh, Peter. want to go to Niagara
Falls and to Washington and to Mt
Vernon and to all the other places
where brides go. I've never been
anywhere, and i've always thought
that I'd love to see those places for
the first time with the man loved
She was trembling when she fin
ished. Presently she heard his voice
"You poor little thing
She threw herself into his arms
weeping, ooh, am afraid you are
disappointed in me, Peter"
NO" his smile flashed down upon
her, "only I've begun at at the wrong
end, dearest. I've travelled and stud
led for years. There was time when
y u ~. Leo