lace in a church. He may avoid, better
than at a home wedding, too close contact with the various units of the
bridal party. In view of such considerations, Raymond Prince was able to
be present, with discomfort minimized, at his son's marriage.

We attended, too, of course. My wife has a woman's fondness for
weddings--and so has our Elsie.

It came in June. The church was _the_ church--the church with the elms
and ash-trees around it, the triangular lawn with the hydrangeas and
elderberry-bushes blossoming here and there, and the gardens and
plantations of private wealth looking across from all sides; the church
where everybody who is anybody gets married as a matter of course--at
that time of year; the church which has plenty of room for limousines on
both sides of its converging streets, and on a third cross-street close
by; the church which has the popular and sympathetic rector, who has
known you ever since you were a boy (or girl), the competent organist,
and the valiant surpliced choir (valiant though small); the church
which, under its broad squat tower and low spire, possesses, about its
altar-rail, room for many palms and rubber-plants and for as many
bridesmaids and ushers as the taste of the high contracting parties may
require:--a space reached by a broad flight of six or seven steps, and
wide enough for any deployment, high enough for the whole assemblage to
see, and grand enough (with its steps and all) to make a considerable
effect when the first notes of the Wedding March sound forth and the
newly wedded couple walk down and out into married life.

"Be married in your uniform!" Johnny McComas had said effusively.

"Well, I'm not in the service, now...." replied Albert.

"You have been, haven't you? Haven't you?" Johnny repeated, as if there
could be two answers.

"Why, I was only a private...." Albert submitted.

"So were lots of other good fellows."

"It's soiled," said Albert. "There's a stain on the shoulder."

"All the better. We've done something for the country. Let those people
know it."

So Albert walked down the aisle in khaki.

Althea was in white--my wife named the material expertly. She wore a
long veil. There were flower-girls, too,--my wife knew their names.

"She's the most beautiful bride I ever saw!" my wife declared. "This is
the most beautiful wedding I ever attended!" She always says that.

Johnny McComas was in white, too. As he stood beside the bridal pair he
seemed