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Show ;'7T TH,WDDINQ."ara Yes, Dol!y..thcre was a grand wedding , In ths gray churoh under the hill, ' A beautiful trail and a shiminery veil A brldelady dainty and still, t'un.tblne and flowers, oh! my, Dolly, I With plenty of goodies to eat, A wedding Is always the happiest thing, And a bridelady always is sweet. And there was a brldoman, of course, Don, t I fuess be was seared 'meat to death, Us kept shaking so, and he answsred'quiaa . low, . . 1 will," with a catch In his breath. Be stumbled all over the railing. And ho nearly fell out of the door. And If I were that very scared bride man, mj pet, I'm sure I'd he married no more. I said to mamma my own drcst "There's trs and there's smiles in her eyes, Audi cannot guess with those flowers and that dress Just why a sweet bridelady cries!" Then mamma hugged ma closely and answered: an-swered: "Some time, dear, you'll much wiser be. And know that the tears are for lore of ths past. And tho smiles for the love yet to be." ' But, Dolly, how long It must be, dear, lteforo I enii be such a bride, Villi joy bells to swing and a cake and a riu, And a veil and a lirideinnu IkwuIcs, Have a beautiful, beautiful wedding, And a journey to somewhere, awav; Live, nil the long time in tho land "to bo." Alas! 'twill lie manv a day 1 lilUubeth Cheny Halre in Detroit Free I Teas. |