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Great date of wedding was finally there. All furniture in Hon. Parlour
was fixed like pews, so all could take set-down. Mrs Scott wep some
more when she seen the chairs in tiers. All that home was dressed with
greenish smilax like a beautiful salad. Hon. Bridebroom arrive with
silk-pipe hat over his headache. Five or six best men emerge at front
door wearing Floridora clothing. Bridal-maidens came in quantities
looking like they wondered who would be next. Humouristical college
friends walk up carrying footware, rice & other groceries. Several
hack-loads of relatives was wheeled to door.
Silence.
A clergy man encroach at side door with Rev Mr. expression.
All was prepare. Yet something was not. Hon. Samule Scott rosh up to me
with quiet craze.
“Togo,” he whasper, “where are Chas, the bridebroom?”
“I seen him in aunty-room off library quarrelling with his necktie,” I
report.
Surely yes! He was there in aunty-room trying to correct the nervus
behaviour of his collar button.
“This is the happiest day of my life,” report Hon. Chas when
dishcovered, “How my shoes hurt me!”
More silence.
All that audience now set in parlour expectfully. Humouristical college
friends pass rice-package amidst eyewinks peculiar to comedians.
Several relatives appear quite affectionate.
Music emerj from piano. Hon. Bridebroom with serene collar now pop
forth and stand amid flowers at end of room. 2x2 now come Bridlemaidens
expensively trimmed. Hon. Bride, artistically enwrapped in original
Irish curtains, nextly step forth supporting her Father, who need this
attention because of his quaker knees.
“You are what you say you are?” require Hon. Clergy to Bride & Broom
who now stand close by.
They agree to this.
“Has somebody here an objection to this gentleman?” ask Hon. Preach to
audience.
Everybody seem careless about replying. I was going to say how I
thought he was too easily peeved about his neckties, but Hon. Preach
neglected to wait.
When Hon. Preach explain to Bride how she must take that man for worse
& more of it, she seem to feel no alarm. He warned her about several
things which I could not hear. Still she was determined to be married.
So Hon. Bridebroom, who seem too entranced to remember, borrow a ring
from Best Man and Miss Scott became a Mrs.
Wildly onrush of friends now ensued. Kissing heard everwheres amidst
sobs & other joy. Most elderly gentlemans was most dutiful about
kissing Bride.
“No one shall be permitted this salute except relatives!” holla Hon.
Bridebroom appearing slightly frantic.
“Then _we_ must be included,” report 16 humouristic college friends.
“We are fraternity brothers to you.” They approach with happy mob.
Nextly come wedding brekfast. This was the most latest brekfast I ever
passed food for. Also it was so innapropriate for brekfast, because
wine was served instid of eggs. And the only toast which they ate was
drank amidst speeches. Everytime somebody poke forth harsh word about
Hon. Bridebroom it seem laughing-signal for all.
“This young man,” report Uncle Henry to Hon. Bride while he rose
upward, “This young man remind me dishagreeably of his Uncle Hiram
which led a wild life and was sent to Congress in his old age. Be
careful or he will do likewise.”
The blushing Bride seem very calm. It was the Bridebroom who done
nearly all the blushing.
Pretty soonly the recent Mr & Mrs Sweetberry make quick-change to
railroad clothing and elope together to hack outside. While they was
walking down front steps those 16 humouristic college chums suddenly
give Black Hand signal.