Middletown transcript., 1911-05-06

around the llCtIe group, ueaPIhS
good wishes on the bride and
CONGRATULATIONS on the bride
groom. The happy buzzing had
proceeded about ten minutes
when Jean, who was standing
near the door, noticed q peculiar
odor, as of wood smoke, coming
from the hallway. Saying moth
ing, she slipped quietly upstairs
and back to the room where
stood the precious trunk. her
worst fears we're realized, for as
she approached she noticed a
thin wreath of smoke curling
from the keyhole. She opened
it, only to be blinded and choked
by the black cloud that rushed
into the hallway. A sharp cry
of alarm brought several men
bounding up the stairs, and soon
basins, pitchers and every
available object that would hold
water was pressed into service
to extinguished the fire. Swiftly
baautiful notes Of Lohengrin as
they never had been sung in the
house before. A soft breeze
lifted the leaves of book lying
on the marble.topped table in
the center of the room and
stirred the flowers that hung in
fragrant festoons from the
pictures; the sun threw great
gold bars across the faded car
pet, as though to make a bright
path for the girl who was about
to enter there into a new life.
There was a slight swish on the
stair, and a little figure, in a
trim, gray travelling suit, slowly
descended, surrounded by the
bevy of pretty sttendants, like
so many butterflies around a
beautiful blossom. Solemnly
and slowly they entered the
little room; the simple knot
was tied, and Marjorie Harrison
SMILED on her friends as Mrs.
Thomas Crawford.
though you were going to a fun.
eral, and she threw a rosebud at
her in laughing remonstrance.
Such an expression for a bride!
Jean stepped up and threw her
arms around her. What is it,
Margie; did I hurt you with that
silly remsrkH Marjorie's lip
quivered for an instant. I was
just thinking whata silly little
bird I was and wondered Here
a happy remark from Bess, the
optimist of the little circle, saved
the day, and in a burst of laugh.
ter Marjorie forgot to be sad and
only saw the rainbow where the
clouds had hung.
" n y " ~
There was q pleasant stir OF
expectancy amoung the guests
gathered in the parlor, and as
the flutter of preparation over
head dWindled to q hush of readi-
ness the old-fashioned organ
lifted up its voice and sang the
away 10 hide the deep flush she
felt mounting her cheek. To
cover her confusion, she stepped
quickly to the old-fashioned
bureau and was soon deeply in
volved in arranging a tangle of
brown braids. While the merry
girls about her chatted on about
the various enchanting details of |
The little wedding which was to
lake place on the morrow, her
thoughts suddenly took sad
;urn. These girls were very |
lear to her and had worked so
1ard with her that she might |
nave with her slender means the
pretty things she crayed. Did
hey, after all, think her a bird
,f-paradise and that this was all
5he cared for-iust the fufiness
md rufaes of lifeS
Marjor! said Dora Reynolds,
sight of her friends
ace in the glass, you look as
he merry effort of a Ito join in
Itrapping in the bridal array,
his feat was at length accom-
olished, and Jean, the tall, dark
'yed maid Of honor, said mis-
;hievously, Well, Margie, if fine
Gathers make fine birds, our
,ride will be a veritable bird.of.
Margie laughed a soft, musical
augh, for she had a young girls
owe for the. dainty feminine
merry and her pride in the
Oyely trousseau, which she and
ler. friends had spent many
right hours in fsshioning, was
leep and genuine. How Tom
viii stare when he sees what a
Vonderful needlewoman his littl.,
- a