Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1915-01-26
shed, While june Moore rode away


What was this new world which she
was approaching? No bride knows and
no woman. June sailed contentedy
Ned-how he had filed 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 uncomfortable.
And there were the ushers in the door
way. She hardly knew how she was
suddenly transformed into procession
Why, here was Ned close beside her
and trembling: In a mist they kneeled
and said responses, and Ned put 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 her as he be.
slowed upon her all his worldly goods.
Some one in the church was crying
softly-lris Blethering, the bosom
friend. Husband Bobbie was comfort
ably patting her hand. There was a
general dabbing Of handkerchiefs.
Bright eyed little old Grandma Moore
smiled and smiled through it all, gay
little grandma. with as smart a gown
as any there. Ned's father. strong
his arms folded and went over the
ceremony with his lips. word for word.
Bouncer trotted down the aisle. wag-
ging his tail. his blue ribbon torn and
the marks of the earth under the shed
upon his fluffy 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 sun
shine. And so they were married!
Then the hustle and confusion began
again-the mad scramble into travelling
clothes and the going away amid show
ers of rice and the earnest godspeeding
of friends and The semihysteria of Iris
Blethering. with Bouncer barking his
indignant protest somewhere in the
muffied 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. 1t was the
symbol of every woman's tragedy. 1t
was a purse stuffed with cracking
bills.
Ing
upon the sea of life. They were in the
tiny drawing room with white tooth
ed porter SLOWING things into racks
and hanging things on hooks and stick
ing flowers everywhere.
Ned had clasped her in his arms
and had covered her blushing face
with kisses in that first realization, anG
now she sat by the window. her head
pillowed contentedly upon his shout
der. and outside the world they had
known up TO this point in their lives
was slipping past them, A tiny Gin
der darted into her eye. Her first
instinct was TO grab her handkerchief
and the search for that resulted in q
little cry of dismay.
My purse" she gasped
TOO badw Ned's voice was full OF
sympathy. Anything in it,"
My money" she replied in concern
with all at once panic springing into
her heart.
us that all?' he laughed. We'll. lit
tic wife"-and he laughed again al
her swift blush-''why am | hereE
II know" she faltered, but She
stopped, confused. and cast down heI
eyes at her interlacing fingers.
He studied her a moment in per
plexity.
I'm just the same as your purse
except that you can't lose me-" he told
her, dwelling with fond eyes upon her
long lashes, her smooth. round cheeks
her red lips. He reached into his
pocket with bluff heartiness and pro
duced a roll of bills just as the porter
came in with two snowy pillows.
Good work. George" approved Ned
and. catching two bulging eyes fixeG