Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-09-14
EVENING STORY
WHEN JULIA MARRIED.
BY TEMPLE BAILEY.
Copyright, 1911, by the Associated
Literary Press.)

Little Julia was envied by all Of her
friends. Il was such triumph to have
captured the rich Mr. Barclay. Ever
since his arrival in Twin Corners he
had been petted, pursued. Gossip cred
tied him with half million.
Little Julia, in spite of the spark
ling sapphire on her third finger, was
not quite sure of her conquest. She had
been the Cinderella of the town. A
pale, quiet little thing with big, gray
eyes. and a slight swaying figure, she
had not been counted rival by the
bouncing beauties of the neighbor-
hood.
Then Peter Barclay came and dis
covered her.
"Wait till buy the things that will
set off your beauty" he exulted. They
will find out how rare your type Is.
You are like Botticelli maid-or
Whistler"
Julia wasn't sure she wanted to be
a type. She was not quite sure that
she liked the gowns he had planned
for her. His taste ran to gray.greens
in velvets, with dull silver and cloth
of-gold effects. He brought her
chain of linked filagree, with a bar
barrie jade ornament. when we get
to Paris we will find gown to go
with it--something of fame color,
toned down by chiffon"
Julia was not sure that she would
like anything in flame color She IN
finitely preferred white satin and
pearls, or pink silk and diamonds.
She couldn't understand why Peter
didn't take to her Powered dimities.>
But he held her to a faded blue ging-
ham and creamy NULL Those pink
sprigged things kill the copper lights
in your hair he complained.
you'd think" little Julia confessed
to Aunt Nancy, who had brought her
up, chat ! was portrait or a
statue, instead of girl
Aunt Nancy looked at her over her
glasses. 81 don't believe you appre-
ciate your good fortune, Julia" she
said.
Eyes l do Julia spoke emphatically
-sI love Peter-1 love him dearly.
But somehow feel as II were pit
of rare old marble that he had I'M
earthed, or painting that he had
picked up for song.
Nonsense" Aunt Nancy was en-
broidering ove-knots on Julia's we'd
ding lingerie, you don't know how
lucky you are"
ooh. that's what everyone says
but does no one ever think that Peter
is lucky?"
peter is getting you," Aunt Nancy
laid aside her work and put her arms
around the tense little figure. Julia
dear, you mustn't let your pride make
you unjust to Peter. "
II won't, oh 1 won't Julia sobbed
on her aunt's shoulder, "but every girl
ought to have right to say wnat sne
wants for a wedding dress-and you
should hear what Peter has planned,
Aunt Nancy"
Aunt Nancy drew sigh of relief.
ooh. II it's only the wedding gown"
she said, 1--WE can soon patch up your
injured feelings"
at isn't such simple matter.
Peter wants me to wear white chiffon,
with no train, no trimming-just a
loose flowing robe like the girl in the
picture he gave me the other day-a
urne-Jones, he calls 1t. And he wants
me to carry daffodils and wear gold
en- circlet around my head, and no
veil"
Even optimistic, Aunt Nancy was
stunned by the vision OF Burne-
Jones bride. II don't see why he
should object to white satin and a
yeil," she murmured.
peter says he simply couldn't walk
| up an aisle with modern fashion
plate"
Over the bowed head Aunt Nancy