Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1939-07-06

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 tel
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.
II think" she told him, finally.
"that if l were going to marry a
man l should want what he wanted"
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. eve
men are stupid creatures. I 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 VIC
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, 1 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 bunch
of beauties. Their bridesmaid gowns
were exquisite - but unobtrusive.
The color scheme was blue and sill
7er-and the flowers, forget-me-nots
and sweet peas. cts a bit old
'ashioned," Edith said, "but I hate
sensational effects"
Neither the sheep nor the goats
agreed with her. Their ideas were
iifferent-the goats holding out for
something impressionistic, the sheep
or ceremonial splendor.
There was to be wedding break
asst at the house. Things were
therefore, given over early to the
decorators and caterers, and coffee
md rolls were served in everybodv's
DOM.
When the wedding bouquet ar
ived Edith sought out her uncle in
is study on the second floor.
"Look at this" she said; chow in
!e WoIlu ulu II happen that he sent
.hlte violets? Did you tell him, I'm
lie Fred?"
emo" ,,
sSure?"
"Cross my heart"
They had had their joke about
els orchids. eff he knew how I
ated them," Edith would say, and
ncle Fred would answer, "Whv
on't you tell him?"
But she had never told, because
ter all it didn't much matter. and
Delafield felt that orchids were
e proper thing, why muddle up j..
S mind with her preferences? i
The wedding party was ass ,oled =
one of the side rooms. ated
tests trickled in a thin stream to- :
ards the great doors that opened
I'd shut to admit them to the main
lditorium. A group of servants.
den with wraps, stood at the foot
the stairs. AS soon as the process