The Washington times., 1936-01-28

| took 1t, reVerently, as though She
were lifting some holy thing.
Christie stopped a little to re-
ceive it.
Then there was a rustic and a
swish, and Adele's excited voice:
Look at me, mons! Look, Is!
Christie, stop admiring yourself
a minute, darling. Look, is your
bridesmaid all right?"
"Oh, lovely! lovely" Christie
cried, genuine admiration written
all over her startled, flushed face.
you're just too beautiful, Adele
A silver princess"
wait til, you see her carrying
the orchids with it," Nettie said.
Dead white, with the magenta
veining-just enough color to . &.
Isabelle, tell me frankly, is that
headdress to theatrical? With her
hair dressed that way, she'd still
be finished without it"
With a little cry the bridesmaid
put her hands to the silver and
pearl diadem that made her look
like a Russian princess. mo! 1t
would spoil everything. Christie
wouldn't it?"
Before Christie could answer,
Isabelle drawled:
Certainly it would. 1t would
ruin the entire plot. You might
not eclipse the bride, and what a
pity that would bel"
For shame!" Nettie cried,
sharply.
Adele's delicate face puckered.
The butler tapped at the door.
THE car has been waiting near.
ly 20 minutes. Shall I have it go
on waiting?"
Eyes, dol" Isabelle called. Don't
you know the bride is supposed to
be late?"
mot this bride!" Christie said,
so naturally and quickly that even
Isabelle laughed and the atmos-
phere was cleared.
With her own hands she ad-
justed the orange blossoms, pinned
the lace in place.
"One more dab of powder and
I'm ready. I hope I don't fall on
this train. Aunt Nettie, am L
really all right?"
Perfect" Nettie said. looking at
her own nicely waved hair as she
looked in the glass with Christie.
But Rose flung her arms around
her and kisSer her.
Miss Christie. you look so beau.
tiful I'm almost too scared to
touch you, but that amt going to
stop me from telling you so, and
hoping you'll be the happiest girl
in the world"
"Now!" someone said in a stage
whisper.
Someone else gave her q little
push.
Christie followed the silver vision
Of loneliness that was Adele, her
bridesmaid. through the vestibule
door, into the church.
The hands in which she held the
great shower bouquet of lilies of
the valley we're perfectly steady.
I'm perfectly calm!" she
thought, surprised. and a little
troubled, as she mechanically kept
step to the organs rolling melody.
I'm too calm. I don't feel a
thing. This is my wedding, and I
ought to be worrying, or nervous
wooden as a stick"
The ushers had reached the
chancel steps.
The minister was waiting with
his book.
She looked for Donald, and
found him where she knew he'd be.
cat least, the bridegroom didn't
fail u.s." she thought, and looked
across at him, love and laughter in
her eyes. because he looked so stiff
and scared and nobody, not even
she, had given a thought to him
all day.
Now he had taken her hand, and
the minister was reading. She
tried to listen to what he was say
ing, but her head was vacuum,
she couldn't think, couldn't feel
Donald's responses were low, and
indistinct, but she answered clear
ly, easily.
Then he slid the narrow plati-
mum band on her finger, and she
heard the minister pronouncing
them man and wife.
Ito be Continued
Copyright. 1885. King Features