The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1921-12-29
The REPORTER
BY MARY BIRMINGHAM.

g. 1921, by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
"The brides gown was of ivory satin
with chantilly lace and pearl trim
mings. A shower bouquet Of roses and
lilies of the valley completed the bridal
costume"
The society reporter tapped out her
story with nimble, eager fingers while
she smiled dreamily as she recalled
! the happy event Of which she was
writing.
Miss Frances!" beloved the STEM
torian voice of the city editor in the
direction Of the young reporter who,
| Woman-like, was lost in the reverie Of
the beautiful gowns of the wedding
party.
The charming maid Of honor in her
gown Of pink and silver" typed on
the facile story-teller Of society events.
II say, Miss Frances -
The louder tone awoke the young re-
porter with jerk to her surroundings.
Eyes, SIR" she replied in the quick
response of the newspaper worker.
'Call up this Girls club and find out
just what kind of social their novelty
party is going to be. Find out just
what the nature of the correction is
! that Mrs. Fisk-Butler wants made in
the date of the charity ball. O, yes,
here Run out and cover this wedding.
It's the most noted one of the season.
Here's the picture of the bride, Con-
stance Compton. Al Babson, the col
lege athlete, is the groom. Take the
next train, and have the story for the
early edition."
"Al Babson is the groom!" At the
words the whole world seemed to swing
into wild emotion, and then to settle
down into dreary, heavy-solidity that
terrified her. Al Babson was to be
married! He who had held her in his
arms and pledged remembrance unto
death! Like a flash she saw the sta
ton crowded with khaki-c1ad figures,
! heard low good-bys being whispered by
those heroes departing for the war,
! and felt once more the reverent kiss
of her departing lover upon her trem-
bling lips
With a despairing sob the brown
! head dropped to the toil-worn hands.
while the tired, lonely heart of the
girl cried out her broken-hearted
! disappointment. 1t was the loud
voiced conductor bawling out the
station that aroused her from her grief
! to the world of daily living. She
stumbled uncertainty from the train
| to the station platform, furtively dry
ing her tear-filled eyes behind the
grateful concealment Of her modish
VEIL
A smart-coated chauffeur approached
her with silk hat held deferentially in
hand. Without waiting for explana-
ton or introduction he courteously
directed her to mOnOgrammed
Limousine waiting grandly for an oc-
| cupant.
There was q short, calm ride in a
cushioned haven through quiet streets.
Then the car drew up before a story
book mansion. Eager hands bore
| the newcomer into a white-furnished
chamber which seemed like a sanctu-
MY DEAR" smiled the happy bride,
'hOW good of you to come to fiji in at
such short notice. I'm 50 sorry that
Edith sprained her ankle, but I'm glad
she sent a substitute-and such
pretty substitute! The bridesmaids
gowns is right in the other room.''
The pjnk-clad fairy who nodded to
her from the mirror told her that
as we'll as the gush Of admiration
from the happy bride.
"What a darling you are!" she
smiled Indeed. I think the subcti-
tute is even prettier than Edith would
have been! Just wait till Al sees
you"
1t was sooner than she expected. AS
she descended the broad stairs she
saw him.
In the instant he caught sight of her.
With one bound he reached her side
and clasped her trembling form in
tender, strong arms pressing reverent
lips upon the brown head lying so
helpleSSly on his shoulder.
"Ellen, Ellen. my little Ellen, where
have you been hiding yourself? Why
have I not seen you before this?
have looked for you everywhere since
I came back from France but on this
glorious day I have found you!"
'Today," sighed the girl as she drew
away from his embrace. "Too late!
Upon your wedding day."
did you think I was taking the high
dive with that child. Constance? It's
my young cousin, AL who's holding
the center Of the screen today. I'm
only the best man. Girl alive, don't
you know there never could be any,
one else but you!"
It was like a dream, glorious dream
come true. A well-trained actress in
the beautiful play that she had wit
messed so often with tremulous lips
and wistful eyes from the spectators
seats, she heard the low words of the
bride in the most beautiful service in
the world, and was carried to heaven
by the heart-stirring music, and the
press of loving fingers upon hers when
the young bride whispered soft, II
do
After it was all over she looked up
at the face bending over her with soft
shining eyes.
1T might have been my own we'd