Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1918-08-16
RUTH MADDEN AND BRIAN
HACKETT ARE MARRIEr
? CHAPTER VII

i 1t was very brave little bride whC
made her responses in a clear musical
voice and who accepted the cohgratula
tions of her friends. As Ruth looked al
her stalwart, handsome husband, she
had no thought of fear, no misgivings
as to the future.
Then at the breakfast, to which only
intimates had been invited, she was
gaily happy. She had trustfully given
herself to Brian Hackett, having abso
lutely no realization of what that Civ
ing meant.
When the parting finally came, af-
ter the big trunks containing her ex-
tensive wardrobe had gone Ruth shed
few tears as she clung to her aunt
the woman who had been mother,
father, everything to her, And whom
she had displeased by marrying Brian
Haekett
Not that Mrs. Clayborne showed her
displeasure; she was too thoroly a
woman of the world to show her feel
ings. But Ruth knew it, and the fact
tinged her happiness ever so little
while it did not materially affect her.
But, when, as the train sped north,
and in the seclusion of the drawing
room Brian took her in his arms and
murmured:
"My precious little wife," she for
got everything save that she was with
him, and that she was happy.
AflaOtin Cttxr ,-,.a Al
their honeymoon. There, by the sea,
they would learn to know each other
in way that had been impossible to
them in Brian's infrequent visits south
Ruth was delighted. She was like
child in her joy at everything she saw
and did. Brian was delighted to see the
envious glances cast upon him as he
walked beside his superbly gowned
bride. Delighted, too, because she was
so wholly interested in him, that there
was no room for jealousy.
Brian had no faintest notion of what
his bride IS trosseau had cost. Had he,
it might have frightened him and tax
en- a bit from the pride with which he
regarded her, and the admiration she
evoked. That it represented far more
than he earned in year, is fact
that would have seemed almost unbe-
lievable to him. Women's clothing,
their cost, was sealed book to him,
He had left home early; his parents
were in such humble circumstances that
he really had had no opportunity to
learn anything of the cost of feminine
'sfol'de-rols ''-as he called every
thing from Ruth's dainty slippers to
her expensive hats and parasols.
SO, as Ignorance is bissr, he was
blissfully unconscious of what it had
cost to clothe his stylish wife, and he
walked, or rode on the board walk with
her, as happy as bridegroom very
much in love with his bride could be.
And Ruth! just to see him, be with
him, the changing eolors reflected in j
the water-to listen to the swish of the
tides as they rolled out and in-iust
to watch the sun sink rosily crimson
behind the clouds, their edges touched
with violet and gold---was, to her,
intense delight. Her artistic nature
reveled in the beauties of the sea. and |
she would exclaim in her joy, when
gazing at them
81 could stay here forever with YOU |
and watch the water and the sky!',
Il should have to have a pretty big
bank roll to let you spend your life
at Atlantic City, " Brian once replied.
figuring in his mind how much longer
they could possibly remain. Ruth was
not any more economical over order.
ng food and extras, than she had been
n buying her clothes. And, at times,
{ was really hard for Brian. He want.
ID to curb her, to tell her they could
lot afford all the delicacics of the ta-
Die, and that she ought not to patron
re the smart shops on the board walk
3ut 1t is not easy to tell bride of a
week those things, especially when she
Ices it all as a matter of course. To
Ruth, it was only natural to order ,