Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1925-12-24

CuTLlSS Was saying L VIII anu IN
his response there was just the right
amount of proud conquest and de-
cisive calmness that sent little thrills
Of joyousness through my entire be-
ing.
Now side by side, we were turning
down the long, long aisle. The muir
muir of the guests had risen to an ex
cited buzz. l thught of the many
times | had been a bridesmaid and
how we had all walked back from the
altar wreathed in smiles. This was
| also, l remembered, IAN established
custom of the bride. But somehow
couldn't smile. There are some hap
pinesses too big for emotional expires
sion. Too enye4eY--g> to permit any
outward sign. Such was mine.
The reception at home. Mole flow
ers, more music, more chatter, anC
endless congratulations couched in
the same proverbial terms That same
sentiments were expressed at til
wedding where one is surrounded
only by friends. Here also were ac
| quaintances, who came merely to a.,
praise the decorations. the
bridal equipment and even the groom!
"Sallie, I've never seen you so re-
served. Why you look perfectly like
saint" giggled one friend of the
family" as she passed gushingly by,
but never mind" she threw back at
Curtiss by my side, ''that Holier-than-
thou attitude with Sallie won't last.
Don't worry about her., CurtisS
whispered as he squeezed my hand
the exhuberance on my face will
make up for any bit Of usefulness in
yours, Little Saint.
We exchanged glance of magic
meaning before the next guest came
down the line.
You'll return from your European
trip with a dozen scalps of titled for.
eigners at your slender waist-lipe, .
predicted a little man who had lost
I his first youth but was determined tx
play the part of the gay gallant. AS
II l would flirt on my honeymoon! l..
who loved Curtiss so. What did they
mean?
Just because I've been more or
less frivolous all my life am | never
to leave the butterflys returned
All, that's just it, the butterfly
type!"' the little man replied. "Ex-
actly, ma cherie. It's something that's
incapable of change. Either one IS or
one ISN'T. So don't think for an in.
slant that matrimony is going to
make you over temperamentally. nv
dear. In your case it will just add pi-
quancy and charm
| hated him, Oh, if it were all over
and Curtiss and were quietly alone.
was so utterly weary of it all. AS
usually the case, there had also been
endless parties up to the very eve of
my wedding day. A custom | am quite
sure is relic of barbarous days.
Just then Ted Billings came reel
ing by. Too much champagne. Only
that feeling of charity which for.
gives all past grievances when happi-
ness fills the heart, prompted me to
invite Ted. Now l was sorry that I
had. He pointed to the orchids that
formed my exquisite bouquet.
"What-ho! A touch of lavender.
Why, Sallie," he thought he was Jun.
ny because he laughed uproariously
end staggered out of sight.
He doesn't mean any harm" Mari
whispered, seeing the blush which
had suffused my cheeks at his refer.
ence to the welLknown joke. mo
bodys serious about any thing, any
more, she declared
Just the same / was praying for the
free and easy comaraderie which had
existed among my friends.
The hours, with loaded wings mass.
ed by and when, at last, l was dressed
in my travelling costume, / sent for
my father to bid him good-bye-away
from the guests.
Father, I have changed, haven't I?
And yet they'll never believe I intend
to be anything but flapper wife. |
adore Curtiss and I'll never, never
look at anybody else" l poured ont
my heart
There, there" he patted nv hand
"a bride shouldn't worry about any.
thing in the world and certainly she
shouldn't mind the harmless raillery
OF her friends. That always follows a
girl who has been unquestionably a
BELLE"
But | worship my husband and I'll
always be true to him, even in nv
thoughts replied vehemently.
Your mother said those very words
to me, Sallie, on her wedding night.
A shadow of sadness clouded my
fathers eyes and entirely removed
the smile from his face