The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-02-06

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to her as he looked down at her,
his eyes filled with tenderness.
She did not catch what he said.
but she raised her lovely. inscrut-
able eyes, and smiled family.
In the pews, the wedding guests
stirred approvingly, and whispered
to each other: "A true love match,
they say! Mad about each otherr
On the outer steps Of the church,
the bridal pair were fairly mobbed
by photographers who besought
them to pose together for half a
second They complied smilingly,
before Barstowe, wrapping the
ermine cloak more securely about
his brides shoulders, put her into
the Limousine and sprang in after
her,
In a flash. it seemed to Jeanne.
they were back at the hotel and
standing in a bower of lilies and
ferns, greeting the line of guests
that wound endlessly in from the
reception rooms and endlessly out
again into the ballroom where a
stringed orchestra played for dane
ing, and the faint. discreet chatter
OF. table appointments indicated
that a buffet repast was being
SERVED.
Later in the afternoon, Jeanne
discarded her bridal veil. and she
and Barstowe Joined the dancers.
There was wine from the Barstowe
cellars. personally selected and sent
In by Barstowe, senior, who seemed,
to be thoroughly enjoying his sons
wedding.
Mrs. Barstowe, regal in brocade
and diamonds, with a sable scarf
worth fortune around her shoul-
ders, was gracious and cordial. She
had kissed Jeanne with apparent
affection after the ceremony, and
few except her astute daughter
in-law herself could have detected
the reserve which signined her lack
choice.
Vera Dayton the disappointed,
had swung from her icy, insolence
of the morning to a mood Of hectic
gayety. whether or not the cham
was proving a good loser, accord
ing to the opinion of the wedding
guests who had inside knowledge Of
her thwarted ambition
Candy, one. of the first to prof
fer his congratulations, had unbent
to complete geniality. and even
Selby North wore a kindly look in
place of his customary mocking
one, when he took the brides hand.
A DisagreeabIe Surprise.
It was over at last!
Jeanne was ready in her travel
ing gown, another Paris importa-
ton from Madame jules. A sable
wrap, the gift of Barstowe, senior,
and a gold fitted travelling bag lay
teady on the couch in her sitting
room.
Miss Carruthers was frantica1ly
trying to locate the misplaced card
on a beIated wedding present which
had arrived just prior to the cere-
mony. Celeste was .getting into
her own travelling dress, for she
was to accompany her mistress on
the yachting cruise.
In a moment Barstowe would
come for his bride. Already the
car was at the private entrance,
the chauffeur at the wheel, the uni
1Ormeu IootHldn al inc open uoor
trying vainly to keep back the
crowd of curious bystanders who
awaited the coming of the Bar
stowe bride.
Jeanne was drawing her long
gloves, looking slowly about the
little suite that she was about to
leave forever. She had been
happy there.
A knock came at the door, and,
in response to her command, a bell
boy thrust in a freckled face.
There's a dame out here that
wants ter see you, Mis- Dare-Mis'
Barstowe. / think she's a nut
but"
"A nut indeed, You impertinent
boy! You ought to be spanked"
The door was thrust open and
Aunt Emily walked in.
To be Continued Tomorrow.