FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   >>  
a trifle late, and the guests were all early which gave opportunity for soul-satisfying gossip. "Ain't those flowers lovely! I never saw anything to beat 'em except maybe, at Elder Larkins' funeral. They say Persis Dale went over to the Lakeview florist's in that car of hers and brought back flowers enough to fill a wash tub." "Mis' West looks real nice in that new black silk. There's nothing like black for toning down a fat woman." "There's Eddie Ryan in a dress-suit. Wonder if it's his'n or just borrowed. It hangs kind of baggy. Shouldn't wonder if his cousin up to Boston let him take his." Annabel Sinclair's slight girlish figure was the center of interest until the entrance of the bridal party. She must have guessed how the tongues were wagging but her color did not fluctuate under the ordeal. At last Annabel had come to the point of assisting nature. The carmine had been applied with artistic restraint, and she had never looked lovelier, but her happiness in her beauty had vanished. To retain the admiration which was the breath in her nostrils, she must henceforth resort to artifice, covering up and hiding what would sooner or later be revealed in spite of her. She was not thinking of Diantha as she sat looking straight before her but only of her own hard fate. "Annabel Sinclair might be the bride herself," remarked one kindly matron on the other side of the church. "Beats all how she keeps her looks." "Ain't that a handsome dress, though," sighed her companion. "She had it made in the city. But Persis Dale made Diantha's dress, and somebody who saw it, told me it was the handsomest thing she ever clapped her eyes on. Persis Dale sets everything by that girl." If the occupants of the pews enjoyed the long wait, not so Thad West. Pale and perspiring, he looked more like a patient about to be conveyed to an operating table, than a bridegroom on the threshold of his happiness. "What do you s'pose is wrong, Scotty?" He clutched the arm of the friend selected to stand by him in this ordeal. "It's way past time." "Oh, well, girls are always late," returned Scotty with soothing intent. Thad thought wrathfully that it was all very well for him to take that tone. He wasn't going to be married, hang it. "Ring all right, Scotty?" "Sure thing." But in spite of the prompt assurance the best man's hand went to his waistcoat pocket and fumbled a long nervous minute while the perspiratio
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   >>  



Top keywords:

Scotty

 

Persis

 
Annabel
 

looked

 

ordeal

 
flowers
 

Sinclair

 
Diantha
 
happiness
 

clapped


occupants
 

enjoyed

 

companion

 

remarked

 

matron

 

kindly

 

straight

 

handsomest

 

sighed

 
church

handsome
 

threshold

 

married

 
wrathfully
 
thought
 

returned

 

soothing

 
intent
 

fumbled

 

pocket


nervous
 

minute

 

perspiratio

 
waistcoat
 

prompt

 

assurance

 

operating

 

bridegroom

 

conveyed

 
perspiring

patient

 
selected
 

friend

 
clutched
 
restraint
 

brought

 
toning
 

borrowed

 

Wonder

 
gossip