Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-01-30

every window, ana nice, regular
father, gardeniad and silk hated and
Prince Alberted, walked up and down
the porch. looking at his watch until
eternity dragged by. but when the end
of time was come the limousnes began
to move. md Bouncer. with a yelp of
welcome. sprang to his regular seat
by the side of the first driver. Jerry
pulled Bouncer's ear and shut the long
pointed nIuZzle In n gasolined fist and
gave him other rough tokens of friend
liness; then the door opened and there
came out fieecy vision in whom the
neighborhoud children found it difficult
to recognize June Moore. but tilmy
robes and pale cheeks were no disguise
to Bouncer
"Bouncer!' June Moore. in all her i'm.
portant finery, stopped swiftly down
and took his head between her white
glOve6 hands and looked into his wist-
full eyes and touched her cheek, for an
instant, upon his silkIn ear and whisp-
cred TO him. of all the world her very
last girlish secret. Then Aunt Debby.
now divested of dough. dragged
Bouncer back and locked him in the
shed, while June Moore rode away
never to he June Moore again.
What was this new world which she
was approaching? No bride knows and
no woman. June sailed contentpdy.
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 uncom Portable.
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 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-Iris Blethering. the bosom
friend. Husband Bobbie was comfort
ably patting her hand. There was a
general dabbing of hnndkerchiefs.
Bright eyed little old Grandma Moore
smiled and smiled through it all. a gay
little grandma, with as smart a gown
as any there. Ned's father. 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. 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 purse stuffed with cracking
bills.
At last they were alone, launched
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
ingsflowers everywhere.
Ned had clasped her in his 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 shoul-
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 a
little cry of dismay.
MY purse-' she gasped
TOO bad!'' Ned's voice was full of
Eympathy. Anything in it?"
"My money" she replied in concern,
with all at once panic springing into
Aer heart
els that all?' he laughed. "Well. lit-
tic wife"-and he laughed again at
her swift blush-"why am hereT'
81 know" she faltered, but She