Unofficial letters of an official's wife [by] Edith Moses.

UNOFFICIAL LETTERS OF

churches. We waited a long time, surmising all
sorts of accidents to the bridal party. Small brown
choir boys ran about constantly, reminding one of
acrobats as they doubled themselves up like jackknives, never pausing in their trot, each time they
passed the altar. Quite an hour after the time set
for the ceremony, the bride and groom, followed by
the family, aunts, small sisters, and half-a-dozen
friends, stumbled into the darkness, and groped
their way across the church to the sacristy, where
they were to be married, on account of some taint of
heresy on the part of Hunt, I suppose, although he
became a Catholic last week, according to his scoffing friend. We followed the procession into the
dark sacristy. There was a hurry and a scurry of
small boys to light the candles, and it was ten minutes before everything was ready. Hunt was nervous, and wiped his perspiring brow continually, for
it was a hot evening, and the darkness, delay, and
confusion were anything but soothing. It is reported that he had to pay for the candles, although
they were not lighted when they should have been,
and that the unburned ends are a perquisite of some
one of the various church officials; hence the delay
in lighting them.
At last the signal to begin the ceremony was
given. A wheel of bells was violently whirled
around by a small boy, a weak organ piped forth a
monotonous march, and a wreath of electric lights
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