Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-25
WINIFRED BLACK
Writes on
A Bride and Groom
The Problems of Married Life and
the Way Some Folks Meet Them
Simply and Happily
By WINIFR ED BLACK.

what your wages are vbA,
want to get married IN the az
church. I wonder what sell
Adam got when he told Fva -,
eyes were like lakes Of blue and ~
lips were like thread Of non.
granate.
And sweet, and sweet the ro,,,,.
thrilled through the littla cb,-.,
no specially fine voices, no ~
singers just plain everyday friend
OF the bride and groom, whe ~
proud to be in the choir On 49,
wedding day. cit
The beautiful old ceremony u,.
over, the girl was a wife tbA -
mother had lost her baby daurb...
and the old sailors blue eve. r,.-'
full of dreams.
Ihe sun was setting across ~.
canyon some belated cowboy hal
loed to his little bunch NJ -
going cattle. There was laugh,nr
and crying, and joking, and sntItn"
at the door. The old nr,ex+ -
had baptized the bride warnsa .I ="
bridegroom, with a twinkle .L'
Mary had the O'DonneI teroI Ia.
sometimes" and the bridaora10
who was baptized by the old . 49,, 1917
loo, laughed and took his obsncss
ana down the walk Of IN. No.
churchyard they went. thu v.ddi-o
party as happy as the birds 49,,
mate IN the spring, and NV bo.~t
and all that was in it want 1,ItS
them. win
Be a good girl, Mary; be earns.,
Do clever, be true, be patient hun
above all and beyond all, be lov,ns
FOR love can forgive all else bp+ ~.
cardinal sin Of unlove.
Be true, John. Oh! be true - -.
girl you've taken and whose F..,
you have set beside yours IN N.
path you walk so gayly now
There's trouble coming, sicknss.
suffering, poverty, self sscrisc.
The little girl there won't sIusv.
look as she does today. Her eve,
won't always be so bright, her stem
viii falter sometimes and ~ viii
her temper. She likes her pota+oA.
baked and you prefer yours hot,s6
Oh! there are lots of things +or
you to talk about and agrees upon
Be tired, be Ill, be q failure bs
success, be clever, be stupid, but. oh.
John, be true, be true, that Is all
that matters all that really counts
with the likes Of Mary or snv
true woman.
Mary, Mary, you hold a mans
heart in the hollow of your Httls
hand. Don't let anything maks YOU
forget that. Nothing else matters
or will matter as long as you both
shall live If you only keep on loving
each other and be true.
For better, for worse"-oh, yes
there's worse in It; "for richer, FOR
poorer" just think, Mary, John may
make as high as twenty-five
week some day. Shall you grow
purse proud then, little Mary, and
will you turn away the old friend
that comes to you for help?
Don't do It, Mary-it doesn't pan
1t never pays to harden the heart
never, never. For, whisper, MARI
TIL tell you secret on your we'd
ding day.
Keep your heart soft, keep your
heart kind, keep your heart gsne-
rous, keep your heart young, and
not all the years that will sifvsr
that brown hair of yours can maks
you anything but div1nely young,
Bless your little heart, Mary and
JOY go with you. John. I'm glad
you never even thought Of mar
riage as a problem" It isn't ons
when love stands at the door Of
your own little house to bid you
welcome home.
How simple all these problems
We hear so much talk Of these days
are when we meet them simply