[From the Tavares, Fla., Herald.]
The home of Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Duncan was the center of attraction
Sunday afternoon. All the relatives and a few special friends were there
to celebrate two happy occasions, the anniversary of Mr. and Mrs.
Duncan's marriage and the marriage of Miss Cora L. Peet, Mrs. Duncan's
sister, to Mr. J. E. Hammond, and the soft winds of March had blown the
planet of love over this beautiful home.
The composition of the decorations adhered with striking fidelity to
nature. The wide veranda was completely screened in by wild smilax and
fragrant honeysuckle vines, which entwisted themselves among the
branches of sweet myrtle and native palms, fitly transforming it into a
typical Arcadian scene beckoning to
"Come unto the garden, Maud;
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the muck of the rose is blown."
Soon the sound of music greeted the impatient
ear. With a voice full of individuality of flavor
and unusual quality, Mr. Carl E. Duncan, perfectly
accompanied by his mother at the pianoforte,
rendered "I Hear You Calling Me." Then
the coming of the bridal couple was heralded by
the solemn tones of Mendelssohn's wedding
march. Never was a bride more beautiful;
never--
[Well, hardly ever.]
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