The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-04

and then the young WeaVerS got
into the bright and shining little
car which Tip Darlington, Toms
best friend, had fooled around
from the garage.
$50 long. Toodle-oo. g, we'll
be seem you. Don't forget to
send a postcard. Goodby, darl-
iDg. .."
Harvey Morell, long-leg G d,
dark-haired, with quizzical wrink-
les at the corners of his fine eyes,
took his wife's arm.
"Well, Louise, that's over.
Makes fellow feel bit long in
the tooth. eh?"
Mrs. Morell was frankly WHIP
ing her eyes. Her daughter was
gone of course. she still had
Bert and Bee, but the house
wouldn't be the same without
Gypsy. Gypsy, flying in and out,
slamming doors, running the bath
water. Gypsy appearing in the
doorway with an armful of blue
iris. Look what | picked up for
you at the ferry tonight, Nuns.
ONLY a quarter :. "
No, it would be different.
Quite.
There was striped red and
white canopy outside st. Bartho-
lomew's. The red carpet at the
edge of the sidewalk was already
dusty from the scuffling o. many
feet. Indoors an organ pealcd
generously. Shabby old women,
who always seem to spring up like
mushrooms after rain at big city
wedding, brooded murkily around
the doorway, waiting for the big
moment. More than once frock-
coated young man with sleek hair
came to stare impatiently through
the aperture.
"The brides late. e. she's late
." The murmur ran from lip
to lip. The old ladies sn;ffled
and groaned. shifting from one
preposteriously shod foot to the
other. Maybe she'd be real late.
Maybe she wouldn't come at all,
their shifts said. Sometimes that
happened. then it was real ex-
citing. then a piece got into
the papers about it. Still and
all. they hoped she would come.
Without her, there would BE- no
real drama.
Shining car after shining car
slid up and deposited its we'll
dressed and scented wedding
guests. Ladies in beige, in blue,
in black. with expensive furs slung
over their modish shoulders, al
though the day was warm. Cen
tlemen in the uniform If the day,
the topper, the striped trousers,
the perfectly cut :ail coat, the
shining shoes. The old women
loved it all. They wouldn't miss
it for anything.
At long last the awaited thrill
came. The bride! All brides
should be lovely. and Lila Hoat-
ling lived up to the tradition. Gar
denia-fair her skin, buttercup-ycl-
low her shining hair, feather or
two of which escaped from the
rare point lace which framed her
face. Her frock. of medieval cut,
was of some soft. dull stuff. She
wore a string of pearls and you
knew they were real. She carried
Gala lilies.
Lovely. lovely bride!
How the music pealed as she
came. with cool dignity, into the
vestry! The tall man with her
her uncle, it was whispered, a dip
lomat of parts. who had crossed
the sea to "give her away" in the
quaint old style. marveled at her
calm. The bridesmaids ahead
six of them-in graded nasturtium
tints. were more nervous than she.
One of them. a willowy redhead,
trembled all over with every step
she took. 1t must be her first
wedding, thought Lila's uncle, gray
ely.
Necks were craned, there was
a polite rustic all over the church.
Scent of lilies, of dollhouse roses;
of La Verge Folle, delicate and
insinuating; sound of music, OF
traffic outside in Park avenue, OF
New York Central trains rumbling
somewhere in the bowels of the