The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1911-12-28

I'm distressed half to death about
her" sighed Mrs. Clinton. She.
glanced out of the window at her
i daughter, who was seated on the front
porch deeply engrossed in a book. Il
never vas Interested in books to the
, exclusion OF everything else; and I
can't see why my daughter should be.
And for a girl not to care anything
about her trousseau Is positively abb
normal" \
Mrs. Clinton's pretty face ~quivered
with mental agony. "Alice doesn't
care a bit whether she has any clothes
or not" she declared, bitterly. When
l told her that she simply must decide
on her wedding gown she just looked
up at me with a dreamy, far-away ex-
preston and said: Why must l have
a wedding gown? Why can't Frederick
n l just go down to the chapel some
day when we get ready and be mar
ried without any fuss?'
did you ever hear of anything so
preposterous? Why, l was simply out
Of my mind for weeks before l was
married. thought of nothing but my
clothes. struggled with them all day
and dreamed OF them all night, and
that's the normal. natural way for a
girl to feel"
Mrs. Henderson, aunt of the repre-
hensible Alice, laughed. why don't
you let Alice do as she p~leases?" she
inquired,
Mrs. Clinton frowned. Now. l sup
pose you're going to take her part"
she said. But it isn't a particle of
use. She's the only daughter have.
80 this is the only wedding l shall
ever have in my own family, and l
am determined to get some fun out Of
1t. You won't believe me-" barking
back to her grievance, but the other
day when l asked her If she'd like to
have you go with us to select her we'd
ding gown she looked more interested
than I'd seen her for weeks. That
would be lovely she said. But do
you think there's any necessity for my
going? Why don't you and Aunt
Florence go by yourselves? l could
have spanked her"
A few days later, as they left the
,stationer's shop, after ordering the in7
,vitations and announcements, with
Alice presumably somewhere in their
rear, Mrs. Clinton said in a tone OF
satisfaction to Mrs. Henderson: Now
we can devote the rest of the morning
to the wedding gown.
SHOW us some of your bridal satin,
please" she said to the clerk a few
minutes later. That's an exquisite
piece" she continued, as he held up
the soft. shimmering fabric which fell
in graceful folds over his arm.
1T is beautiful. isn't it?" said Mrs,
Henderson. And it certainly is rea,
sonable. | doubt If you could do any
better"
1T is pretty" said Mrs. Clinton re,
fectively. but, of course. I'm not
going to take the first thing l see."
The clerk displayed bolt after bolt
OF material and was rewarded at the
end OF his labors by hearing Mrs:
Clinton say: THANK you very much.
Now Well go and look at some Of the
lighter materials.
II haven't quite decided what the
bridesmaids ought to wear" she re-
marked a short time after, as she and
her sister examined piles of soft, deli
cate chiffons and fairylike silk mus.
Inns. IF they wear chiffon, l don't
want Alice to, of course, and l think
champagne chiffon or yelling over,
messaline would be lovely for the
maids, but l intend to decide positively
before anything is said to them.
Nov, we'll 60 to Blanks and look!
she said complacently, when they had
examined every possible material in:
the first shop. I'm going to see
everything before l decide"
Some time later. after they had Wis
tied every possible depository of wed!
ding gown material and had examined
so many things that they could hardly
have distinguished brocade from
cheesecloth, with tired faces and dis.
heveled locks, they returned to the
first shop and bought the piece of satin
which they had first looked at. When
1t had been cut of Mrs. Clinton heaved'
a sigh OF relief.
Now" she said, Alice, you must
go right up to madame's and let her
take your measurements. There's no
time to be wasted. for dressmakers
are 80 provokingly SLOW"
She paused a moment, but, receiv.
ing no response. she inquired: Don't
you think It's lovely, chtld?"
There was still no answer. Turn
ing, she found hat she had been ad-
dressing the empty air. There was
no Alice anywhere near. She looked
at Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Hender-
son looked at her. Then the two
gasped in unison. Alice was distinctly
not present.
Feverishly they retraced their steps
as nearly as possible to every shop
and every counter in every shop which
they had visited. Neither OF them
could remember when they had last
seen the prospective bride.
FINALLY "a a last rauorf <hov