The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-12-31

:. In the taxi on the way to Mol
lies wedding l talked with Dick
as though nothing had happened
l remember saying to myself over
and overt must not think
about that letter. must not
think about that letter until after
Moihe's wedding is over"
l told Dick about Mother Way-
erlys decision to wear colors for
the first time since Jack died. I
tried to make him smile over the
fact of her elderly beau. "She lie
going to wear orchid velvet,
Dick" said, because that old
gentleman who is so attentive to
her insists upon sending her or
chids every day."
D fool" calculated Dick.
Which, was my laconic ques-
ton, while all the while l was say
Ing to myself: Il must not think
about that letter. must not
thinh about that letter until after
Mollie's Wedding"
Diek said nothing. and l con-
tinued: II suppose that we will
pc going TO Mother Wayeriy's we'd
ding naGt."
D al Weddings crowded
Dick under his breath.
Don't say that, Dick, | re-
monstrated gaily. Certainly YOU
cannot deny that weddings add to
the variety, IL not the picturesqu O.
ness of life and the gaiety of ma
TONS"
Dick looked up suspiciously,
You were always so deucedly
clever, Margie," he said fretfully.
mot very, dear" l answered
sweetly. II have never been
clever enough to realize that the
man I had married, the man
whose child had born had
ceased to love me-
Dick twisted uneasily, but he
still was silent, and again I
warned myself must not think
about that letter until after the
wedding"
We drove up to the door of the
church lin silence just as Mollie
and her mother were getting out
OF Mollfe's new limousine. Pat
and Jim were at the door, and
DICK hurriedly alighted to. help his
mother and sister out.
All at once felt the blood rush
to my fingertips in riotous fashion.
1t seemed that all my nerves, all
my nature had listened to my call.
For few hours l would do battle
with all the forces that had con-
spired to lay my love low, would
at least seem happy. and without
care. l greeted Jim Eide with a
laugh, and said: well, It is an
i'll wind that blows no one any
good. Because you all cannot
marry Mollie, some Of you must
pay your devoirs to me-"
The matron Of honor bids fair
to outshine the BRIDE" said Jim
to Pat, and then to me he whis-
pered: Are you very happy or
very miserable tonight, Margie? p"
why do you ask THAR" I said
hurriedly, for the procession was
forming, and the organ had al
ready begun the wedding-march.
Because, my dear lady. no
woman looks 80 gloriously beauti-
fui as you do tonight, unless she
Is tasting happines in its superla-
tive form, or marshaling ali her
feminine arts that she NAV 90
down into the depths of despair
with flying colors.'
:. Why shouldn't l be bapnv
JimW l whispered as we marched
toward the door. Il am going 70
witness the entrance of the girl II
love best into the holy state Of
matrimony with the man she
loves, and you know what the
story books all say after that?"
''What?"
after" 0'
Jim opened his mouth to saw
something, but we had entered
the aisle. l went in ON his arm
FOR Pat was standing with Chad.I
wick at the chancel waiting fort
Mollie. who, of course. was
brought In by Dick. Once during