The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-04-26

brides boudoir today. Go on
get out! Nab and | have a lo'
to do"
But he went with them to then
stateroom, and held her to him
and kissed her madly.
When he had gone, Sybil closed
the door, and stood with her back
against it. Mabel had sunk limp.
ly on her berth, and was tanning
herself ~listlessly.
mo time for speeches, Nab. |
know you're going to be a good
scout"
but, Sib-how about Craig?"
please. Nab"
Rich has swept you off your
feet, dear"
81 know, Nab. That's what !
needed-someone to sweep me off
my feet. Besides. Craig is too
good for me. Rich is more my
sort. Craig has me up on a
pedestal. When l came topping
down, I'd break his heart. There
aren't any pedestals in Richards
life. | couldn't disillusion him
he's not that kind
"Oh, my dear, l think you are
making a mistake" There were
tears in Mabel's eyes.
Mabel Blake, don't you know
it's bad luck to cry on a wedding
day."
Sybil daubed at her W eyes.
I'm going to wear my gray geo
gette. Those roses will be heav-
emily against it. Hurry up, like a
good girl. can't have a maid of
honor with a red nose-please,
Nab. That blue crepe de chene
is lovely on you, and you can wear
your precious pink hat, to match
our roses. Oh, such a swanky
wedding."
Sybil was tossing things about.
mot much of a trousseau. Five
vests. eight step-ins and a dozen
pair of stockings. Two negligees,
n of them mussy. Three slips,
with the hem out of one, and the
shoulder straps off another, Six
night dresses. Too bad | haven't
a white one in the bunch. Brides
are supposed to wear white, aren't
they? Oh. we'll. Remember
when Enid Swallow was married
she wore two dozen of everything.
From vests to sheets. And her
monogram on every blessed thing
"sybil, your mother will have a
fit"
81 know it. Poor old dear! But
think of all the trouble I'm saving
her-money, too"
What will Tad say?'
"Tad-Oh, he always said was
crazy"
and Valerie?"
'"The devil with Valerie
"Oh. Sib-Sib dear. l wish you
wouldn't. You'll be sorry.
know you will
"Ill be sorry, whatever | do,
Nab, and I've been miserable
enough. God knows, to get a break
somewhere. It's too late for post
now
Mabel was crying softly. Wip-
ing her eyes Intellectually.
IF she could only e herself.
.hought Sybil impatiently. Come
On. Merry Sunshine she coaxed.
into your glad rags. You're hold
ing up the party" ]
She preened INTO tne little glass !
On their washstand, and remem
bered Valerie, exquisite in satin
parading before the long mirror
her dressing table, Two girls
from Madame de Coen's arrang-
ing her veil, and fixing the sweep
on her train.
Not much like Walls wedding"
she remarked. THAT girl had a &;
modiste and two maids to dress
her up. Get on to yonr job, :
Mademoiselle Mabelle. Tie that
in back, will you? Bows
are such a darn nuisance. !
my dear, you car see right :
through this skirt! Where's your {
pink slip? Here-hook me up in {
back. Now how do | look?"
CHAPTER XVII ;
There never was a wedding like
il. :
you know the old jingle, Miss q,
Fhorne," cried Mrs. Park in s.
: Something old, something new, =
something borrowed, and some
hing blue I hope you remem- e
,ered. 1t would be dreadful luck .
f you didn't"
Goodness, everything | have on
s old. Oh, my ear-rings-they're j.,
Rich gave them to me for a :
Wedding present. Has anybody 7
.nything blue?' 7
The professor from Wellesley
ooked embarrassed. -
My garters are blue" she ad-
Great! May l borrow them?" D
Why, surely, Miss ThOrne. Just
moment" And the modest lady
epaired to the privacy of her il
tateroom.