Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-05-22
Nd HE 0ME PRE SUGGESTIONS FASHION CORE
The Daily Story
The Desertion of Daffodil
Maid

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vestry walls, and the engfossing task OF
getting successfully into his white gloves
Ian undertaking which habit had taught
him was not to be regarded with leVlty
or lndifference-he might nave fancied IL
all a hidcous dream.
But here was Bob at his elbow, look
ing as sef-conscious as only bridegrooms
can. and the rector In ceremonial vest
ments nuttering his service book leaves
Realcst OF the real!
This daffodil maid of honor was an
other OF his miseries. second out-of-
! town frlerd of Mate ene's pa'e Great
ure who would match her daffodils. bear
| Ing the imp, ssib name Of Clarlssa' III
Madeleine hadn't betrayed her over
interest In the palring off and elaborated
so upon his Official duties to Miss Daffo-
| dill. it
| Heavens, Bobl There's our cue! Take
| a brace old man: ~ stand by you!'
! Then internally. Yes, with the heart
in me like a fstful OF liquiiated airH'
Custom and good breeding save many
a day. Everything moved delightfully."-,
and the breath-h llding moment OF the
ceremony arrived. That was as far as
harrington ever got In his memory of
the occasion As they faced the altar
his eyes were arrested by a vision. II
was seated before the organ in bower
of palms, and the soft lights fell on a
glorious crown of sh ming auburn hair
The side of the face was toward him and
there was n faint impres sion of a 1lmy
green gown.
II was the violent beginning of a tenn
pestuous end. The sight went through
him like a physical shock. He saw only
the lovely picture. heard only the soft
music that fell from the slender fingers.
The first usher prudded him into con-
seriousness when the ring was demanded.
the daffodil maid had to clutch an un-
proffered arm for the recessional
Once outside, Harrington came again
into his self-eff1clency. As the second
carriage came UP the yellow confecton
was hustled into II. the door slammed
upon the astonished girl, a peremptory
drive on" issued and hatless young
man dashed breathlessly around the cor
ner to the organ entrance Just in time !
In another vehicle the auburn head was
being extingushed,
why Joe Harrington What's wrong?"
The BRIDES brother was clear-headed
master of ceremonies. You belong with |
Clarissa, you know"
Yes, I know. Some mistake. Every
body excited. of course. Say, Dickie. |
can go In here just as well Don't worry, |
old man don't mind in the least"
"All serene! Here, Ethel, you can |
shelter this carriageless Joe" And
Dickie flew off to see that such "car
lessness as the best mans being stranded" |
was not repeated
Ethel" unused Harrington as the
rubber wheels started, leaning forward
and devouring her with his eyes Ethel!
II suits so admirably might almost have
known Madeleine only told me Miss
Harman." |
The red-brown eyes met his sduarely /
Joe" she said medtatively
Yes, / like it. She only told me- Mr..
Harrington"
You came-?"
only this afternoon"
why have you never come before?"
Il didn't know there was ANYTHING TO
come for"
AS she spoke they flashed under an arc
lamp, and, bending eagerly toward her,
he caught the shine of her eyes. II was
enough His hands groped an instant,
ones.
"Oh, girl, girl" he whispered exulting-
~ Il knew the moment saw you that
you had come for my sake! But how,
now nave lived all this while and never
found your"
cannot tell, dear. only that now is
the right time was the low response.
Holding both her hands in one of his
own, he slipped to her side and tippeJ
her head back against his shoulder His
eyes sought hers in the gloom of the
carriage, glorying in the revelations
brought by the passing lights.
The right time of all the world girl
OF all the years that have been for YOU
and for me-the right time for the seal
Oh the promise for those that are to como
for us, he said with quiet intensity his
lips closing on her unresisting ones,
After moment she Strengthened her
SELF with happy little laugh
think we must be nearly there"
yes Wretchedly short drive. oh.
grille grille, l am so proud of YOU, so
glad! What will they think of us, to he
sure? l wasn't having a bit of a good
Time and now I'm ever so grateful that
Bob insisted on making me best man."
why, but dear!" 1t was avertibIe
gurgle of astonishment. You're NOT
dreaming of telling now? It would never.
never do. We've not even been intro.
duced! I'm to be here several weeks, YOU
know. and 1t must come to pass very
81 suppose so, bless your proper little
neart! But isn't II wee bit more un.
conventional to have it happen thus than
that 1t should merely be known of? Anv-
way promise to be the most persistentIy
IoVelorn OF any swain who ever aspIred
TO fair lady's hand, All! here we are"
Fortunately, the avenue was well shad-
ed just before the blaze of light at the
steps was reached.
DiShiS SEeeleu tHeTn (noW he had man.
aged to pass them a certain team might
have borne breathless testimony i'm an
agony of contrition. His very first blum
der, He supposed. OF course, they'd met.
had come alone-MadeIeine ha5
been investigating and wrenched from
him the whole sad tale. Clarlssa wouldn't
say word. They sweetly forgave him
and were smllingly introduced.
During the ensuing hours of the recep
lion Harrington, ingenious to the point
of bluntness, found use for all his skill
rs dissembler. The auburn head was
an irresistible magnet. and his telltaIe
ayes followed where his feet were for
hidden to tread. Again and again he
iragged himself back to the daffodil maid
and his proper duty, to fnd her always
nysteriously smiling at him out OF a
lhizzieal face. 1t was hard that the first
nadly happy hours OF ones life should
oe made to speed so slowly: but at last
he bride and groom were of In a shower
'r rice, kisses and merry cries
Then quoth the maid of the daffodiIs TO
Diekie, do look at Joe ana Ethelr,
There they stood on the top step hand
n hand, placidly and absently waving
after the disappearing carriage with their
iisengaged hands The other two mem
oefs were clasped
Il was three interminable months before
daFf1ngt0n was nRrmitted ~ as,,.n,,-z.. . [