Omaha daily bee., 1912-09-26

in the undertaking. Dear me, how they
would laugh at that bonnet and those
faded roses on Fifth avenue!
And the groom's father! What a giant
Of man, and what a fire burned in his
blue eyes, eyes that had watched the
night fall thousand times on the toss-
ing seas, or there is no such thing as a
sailors eye.
And the aunts of both sides of the
family, funny, old-fashioned women. One
of them cried from the minute she en-
tered the, church till the little group at
the altar faded out into the dusk of the
fall day, cried delieately and In most
refined, lady-like manner, as one cries
who does it from duty and sense If
what is done in the best circles.
And little, Hughey and little Mary Ann,
I heard their names. but l should have
known them anyway. What; starched
frock was. Mary AIMS, and what a, huge
tie of bright. blue VS. Hughey's.
And, the baby. too. oh, yes, one of the
aunts had q baby as rosy as a pink
rambler, and as blue-eyed as grand
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whimper all during the long service.
Hail, Mary, full Of Grace the beau
tiful 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
fliekering light caught the tendrils Of a
belated vine that clung 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
dered, when the tempest shrieked
around him?
Pray for us sinners now the old
mother prayed aloud, her eyes full of
hope and anguish.
The young bride at the altar looked
like sweet flower swaying on its stem
and the tall lad beside her could scarcely
keep his countenance for the joy OF it
all ., 49,.
Poor folk these, simple folk, ignorant.
too, 1 suppose. don't believe the girl
at the altar even heard Of "engenics,' -
and she'd, blush herself half to death il
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 a
man down who tried to explain to her
what 1t is they talk about at the fash
ionable clubs so much.
Poor, ignorant things, they wouldn't
know what you meant if you asked them
about the economic conditions" under
which they were marrying. Economic
conditionsP' They never even thought of
them. John loved Mary, and Mary said
yes. and that was all there was to 1t.
They do not ask what your wages are
when you want to get married in the
Old Church. l wonder what salary Adam
got when he told Eve her eyes were like
lakes of blue and her lips were like a
thread of pomegranate.
And sweet, and sweet the music thrilled
through the little chapel, no specially
fine voices. no hired singers, just plain
everyday friends Of the bride and groom,
who were proud to be in the choir on
their wedding day.
The beautiful old ceremony was over,
the girl was a wife, the old mother had
lost her baby daughter, and the old sail
ors blue eys were full of dreams.
The sun was setting across the canyon,
some belated cowboy halloed to his little
bunch of homegoing cattle. There was
laughing, And crying, and joking, and
smiling at the door. The old priest who
had baptized the bride warned the groom,
with a twinkle, that Mary had the
pDonneI temper sometimes" and the
groom who was baptized by the old
priest. too, laughed and took his chances,
and down the walk of the little church.
yard they went. the wedding party, as
happy as the birds that mate in the
spring, and my heart and all that was
in it went with them.
Be q good girl, Mary; be earnest, be
clever be true, be patient. but, above