Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-09-25
WINIFRED BL ACK
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.
Simply and Happily
v YESTERDAY | saw a wedding.
Such a simple wedding it was
no fuss and feathers about

v YESTERDAY | saw a wedding.
Y Such a simple wedding it was
no fuss and feathers about
it at all.
The bride wasn't even beauty,
and the groom looked as IL he
worked for living-and worked
hard at that.
The brides mother was little
withered old woman in gray cloak
she must have brought over when
she first came to this great coun-
try and she wore the bonnet that
went with it. too, gray with an
old fashioned wreath of damask
roses in the undertaking Dear me,
how they would laugh at that bon
net and those faded roses on Fifth
avenue.
And the groom's father! What
a giant Of a man, and what a fire
burned in his blue eyes, eyes that
had watched the night fall thou
sand times on the tossing seas, or
eye.
And the aunts of both sides Of
the family, funny, oldfashioned
women. One of them cried from
the minute she entered the church
till the little group at the altar
faded out into the dusk of the
fall day, cried delicately and In a
most refined, lady like manner, as
one cries who does 1t from duty
and a sense of what is done In the
best circles.
And little Hughey and little Ma
ry Ami heard their names. but
I should have known them any
way What a starched frock was
Mary AIMS, and what huge tie
of bright blue was Hughey's!
And the baby, too. Oh. yes, one
of the aunts had baby. as rosy as
a pink rambler, and as blue-eyed as
grandfather. Such good baby,
too; not a whimper all during the
long service.
Hail. Mary, full of Grace" the
beautiful old prayer whispered
through the little chapel, and every
pair of eyes turned to the little
shrine outside in the autumn flood
of yellow sunshine.
The Lord is with thee" and the
Pickering light caught the tendrils
Of belated vine that chung to the
shrine like a bit of cloud of glory.
Blessed art thou among women"
the old sailor prayed, too He held
his beads in the hollow of his great
hand. How many times had he
said them ! wondered when the
tempest shrieked around him.
Pray, for us sinners now" the
old mother prayed aloud, her eyes
full of hope and of anguish.
The young bride at the altar
looked like a sweet flower sway
ing on its stem, and the tall lad
beside her could scarcely keep his
countenance for the joy Of 1t all
Poor folk these, simple folk, igno-
rant, too, suppose. | don't believe
the girl at the altar ever even heard
of 'eugenics," and she'd blush her
self half to death If some of the
modern teachers should try to tell
her, even in private. the things
they bawl from every lecture desk
these days.
The lad at her side, why. he'd
knock man down who tried to ex-
plain to her what 1t is they talk
about at the fashionable clubs so
much.
Poor, ignorant things, thew
wouldn't know what you meant if
you asked them about the "econo-
mic conditions" under which thew
were marrying. Economic condi-
tions!" They never even thought
of them. John loved Mary. and
Mary said yes, and that was all
there was to it. They do not ask