The Bluffton news. [volume] (Bluffton, Ohio) 1875-current, 1939-06-08

sLmpnclty. He told them Ediths story.
and they filed in the missing lines.
(Noa0 go on avith the story.)
Lucy wrote that and waited with
her pencil poised.
That's about ALL" said Delafeld.
Lucy shut up her book and rose.
Wait minute" Delafield decid-
ed. II want to add a postscript"
Lucy sat down.
by the way" Delafeld dictated,
II wish you'd order the flowers at
Toney's. White orchids for Edith
OF course. He'll know the right
thing for the bridesmaids-In get
Edith to send him the color
scheme"
Lucy's pencil dashed and dotted.
She looked up, hesitated. Miss
Towne doesn't care for orchids"
How do you know?" he demand
ed.
She fiuttered the leaves of her
notebook and found an order from
Towne to local florist. "He says
here, Anything but orchids-she
doesn't like them.'"
But I've been sending her or
chids every week"
Perhaps she didn't want to tell
you
And you think should have some
thing else for the wedding bouquet?"
Il think she might like it better"
There was faint flush ON her cheek.
What would you suggest?"
II can't be sure what Miss Towne
would like
What would you like?" intently.
She considered it seriously-her
slender fingers clasped on her book.
~ think" she told him, finally,
f"that if were going to marry a
man ] should want what he wanted. I"
He laughed and leaned forward.
Good heavens, are there any wom-
en- like that left in the world?"
Her flush deepened, she rose and
went towards the door. Perhaps /
shouldn't have said anything"
His voice changed. Indeed,
am glad you did" He had risen and
now held the door open for her. 1--WE
men are stupid creatures. / should
never have found it out for myself" !"
She went away, and he sat there
thinking about her. Her imperson-
al manner had always been perfect,
and he had found her little flush
charming.
1t was because of Lucy Logan,
therefore, that Edith had white vio-
let's instead of orchids in her we'd
ding bouquet. And it was because,
too, of Lucy Logan, that other things
happened. Three of Edith's brides
maids were house-guests. Their
names were Rosalind, Helen and
Margaret. They had, of course, last
names, but these have nothing to do
with the story. They had been
Edith's classmates at college, and
she had been somewhat democratic
In her selection of them.
They are perfect dears, Uncle
Fred. I'll have three cave-dwellers
to balance them. Socially, I sup
pose, it will be a case of sheep and
goats, but the goats are-darling."
They were, however, the six of
them, what Delafeld called a bunch
of beauties. Their. bridesmaid gowns
were exquisite - but unobtrusive.
The color scheme was blue and sill
ver-and the flowers, forget-me-nots
and sweet peas. Its a bit old
fashioned" Edith said, "but ! hate
sensational effects"
Neither the sheep nor the goats
agreed with her. Their ideas were
different-the goats holding out for
something impressionistic, the sheep
for ceremonial splendor.
There was to be a wedding break
fast at the house. Things were
therefore given over early to the
decorators and caterers, and coffee
and rolls were served in everybody's
room. Belated wedding presents
kept coming, and Edith and her
bridal attendants might be seen at
all times on the stairs or in the hall
in silken morning coats and deli
cious caps.
When the wedding bouquet ar
rived Edith sought out her uncle in
his study on the second floor.
Look at this she said; 'how in
the world did it happen that he sent
white violets? Did you tell him, Un-
Gle Fred?"
mo"
"Sure?"
Gross my heart"
They had had their joke about
DePs orchids. IF he knew how
hated them," Edith would say, and
Uncle Fred would answer, why
don't you tell him?"
But she had never told, because
after all it didn't much matter, and
if Delafield felt that orchids were
the proper thing, why muddle up
his mind with her preferences?
The wedding party wes assembled
in one of the side rooms. Belated
guests tTickled in a thin stream to-