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Show Society Wedding: in New Mexico. U Stein's Pass in New Mexico, there took place the other day a Mexican wedding with all the American "400" ceremonies, constantly interjected wit'i Spanish interpellations. To accommodate the party, who were camped in the wood camp nea1 the Big Doubtful canon, Justice W. A. Henry of Stein's Pass drove over thirty miles, returning with the bride and groom to Stein's Pass. The contacting parties were named Emilio Rangel and Anita Amadori. The brothers and sisters of the bride and groom stood up with them. The bride is an exquisite type of a 16-year-old Spanish-Mexican beauty. Upon his return Justice Henry sat down and wrote the following account of the affair: On a hot July day, with the thermometer out-sidt out-sidt our adobe climbing to 110 in the shade, In a village in Southwestern New Mexico, in the Pe-loncillo Pe-loncillo mountains, I was recently addressed by a Mexican with: "Buenas tardes." "Que quierre listed?" I replied. "Tengo que hacer listed uea suplica?" he asked. "Consiento en ello," I replied. He then Informed me that, he wanted to get married. I told him to bring his querida to my office and I would soon make them marido and espesa. "No, es impossible," he replied. Would I go with him? He had come twenty miles to consult me and from an opposite direction to here he wanted me to go. His querida was at that moment at some point in the mountains, about fifteen miles northwest. north-west. She was employed with her parents in a wood camp. We agreed upon terms, and engaging engag-ing a mule team and a buckboard, we started. After a very tedious drive over a rugged, steep and dangerous volcanic eruption of the Rocky Mountains, Moun-tains, we finally located the schack occupied by the wood campers. It was situated upon the hank of a dry stream and built partly of an old tent, shrubbery and ocateas in what is known as the Big Doubtful canon, the scene in early days of many hold-ups and massacres by Apache Indi-I Indi-I ans. The mother of the girl met Us as we alighted. She was a comely-looking woman and was sur-B sur-B rounded by a numerous flock of children, ranging I in years from an infant asleep on a sheepskin on . B the earthen floor to a shy young miss of 12, who B bashfully eyed us. Our visit evidently had no"t B been expected, as Anita, the sweetheart of Emilio, B was not at home. ' She was somewhere in the B mountain with her padre. Her sister, "Sweet B Marie," volunteered to find her and we were forced B to await her return. B B In a short time an exquisite type of Mexican B beauty appeared, and seemed somewhat surpriesd B at our visit. To my inquiry if she wished to get X married, she replied: B "I don't know; must way. until papa comes B home " B In the meantime Emilio was holding an argu-B argu-B ment with his future mother-in-law, from which it B appeared that papa was opposed to the marriage. B wa nearly dark when papa arrived, and after B cigartttes were rolled and passed around, Emilio B made his demands for the hand of Anita, stating B bis rtues and money-making abilities, his love B for h. r and that he could provide for her a home B a&d foilune. Jle was ably assisted by several B of hb aminos. Still the haughty hidalgo, in blue vcra Is and worn-out zapatos, refused his consent B anrl continued lo blow clouds of cigarette smoke B as he kept Emilio on the rack. Finally they tried K my Patience and I was compelled to request them B be pronto, for I was anxious to return hotne, ' H a( a verv dangerous mountain trail to travel B ?er after dark and a fifteen-mile journey return trip. Finally an agreement was made and I married mar-ried the young couple. When it came to the question ques-tion of the ring, the groom had it not; but Anita went to her trunk and handed me a plain gold band, evidently her engagement ring, but it answered an-swered the purpose very well. This Emilio slipped upon the fourth finger of her left hand, and joining their hands, I pronounced them man and wife. The bride was gowned in her best dress, but after the ceremony she changed it for a traveling costume of black, with a black rebosa coquettish-ly coquettish-ly thrown around her head. Thus we started for home on mules. Her husband and a friend walked over the mountain trail by a cut-off to meet us at a designated point on the 'trail. With Anita by my side and her worldly possessions all done up in a small sized Saratoga strapped on behind us, we left the wood camp and its happy denizens to gossip over a wedding, a la Americano, in Southwestern New Mexico. Our mules finally brought up home safely about midnight. The drive home was under a clear New Mexican sky, illumined by millions of stars that seemed like electric lights hung from a huge arch, while the air was delightful and cool. This pleasant little event marked a delightful episode in the life of a justice of the peace in New Mexico, and quite a change from the usual round of stab-bings stab-bings and killings and inquests, and the other unpleasant un-pleasant features one has to encounter when he accepts a judgeship in this country. Los Angeles Herald. |