The Detroit times., 1915-01-25

white gloved hands and loked into
| his wistful eyes and touched her
cheek for an instant upon his silken
ear and whispered to him, OF all the
world, her very last girlish secret.
Then Aunt Debby, now Invested OF
dough. dragged Bouncer back and
locked him in the shed, while June
Moore rode away never to be June
Moore again!
What was this new world which
she was approaching? No bride
knows and no woman. June sailed
contentedly. Ned---how he had fill
ed her world, And how happy they
were TO be!
why. they were at the chapel, the
pretty little gray chapel loaded with
vines And there was Ned at win
dow OF the Sunday school room and
looking so strained and uncomfort-
able. And there were the ushers In
the doorway. She hardly knew how
she was suddenly transformed into q
procession. 49, -
Why, here was Ned. close beside her
and trembling! In q mist they
kneeled and said responses, and Ned
put a ring on her finger. His own
fingers were cold and clammy. but his
voice was clear and earnest as he
promised to love, cherish and protect
worldly goods.
Some one In the church was crying
softly-Iris Blethering. the bosom
friend. Husband Bobbie was COM
fortably patting her hand. There was
a general dabbing OF handkerchiefs.
Bright-eyed little old Grandma Moore
smiled and smiled through IL all. a
gay little grandma, with as smart .
gown as any there. Ned's father. q
strong-faced, handsome man, sat
stolidly with his arms folded and went
over the ceremony with his lips word
for word. Bouncer trotted down the
aisle, wagging his tail, his blue rib
bon torn and the marks of the earth
under the shed upon his fuzzy coat.
Then the organ pealed again, and
beneath the vine swung portals. which
June Moore had entered on the arm
OF her father, June Warner. on the
arm of her husband, now emerged
into the world OF caroling birds and
gay sunshine. And SO they were mar
ried!
Then the hustle and confusion be-
clothes and the going away
amid showers OF rice and the earnest
godspeeding Of friends and the semi
hysteria OF Iris Blethering, with
Bouncer barking his indignant protest
somewhere In the mufned distance.
Just before June came downstairs
in her trim little travelling suit OF blue
her mother had slipped something into
the hand OF the daughter. II was the
symbol OF every woman's tragedy. II
was a purse stuffed with cracking
bills.
At last they were alone. launched
upon the sea OF life! They were In
the tiny drawing room with q white
toothed porter slowing things into
racks and hanging things on hooks
and sticking flowers everywhere.
Ned had clasped her In MIS- arms
and had covered her blushing face
with kisses in that first realization,
and now she sat by the window, her
head pillowed contentedly upon his
shoulder. and outside the world they
had known up to this point in their
lives was slipping past them. A tiny
cinder darted into her eye. Her first
instinct was to grab her handkerchief,
and the search for that resulted In a
little cry Of dismay.
MY purse!" she gasped.
At that moment her mother, return
ing home to house which had sud-
denly grown lonely. picked up from
the table In the library the little
purse.
TOO bad" Ned's voice was full Of
sympathy. Anything in it,"
Ny money" she replied In con-
Germ. with all at once q panic spring
ing into her heart. -
as that ALP he laughed. well,
little wife"-and he laughed again at
her swift blush-"why am here?
Il know" she faltered, but She