NOVEL FEATURE OF A WEDDING.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 3705, 14 December 1912, Page 4

NOVEL FEATURE OF A WEDDING.

BRIDAL COUPLE WRITE THEIR “IMPKJISSIONo ’ A 1 L LNCHEOJv.

BRIDE'S FAIRY TALE

Oup of those weddings which delights Paris has just been ce.ebrated in the union of M. Arnyveklo with Mile. Sauret. The bridegroom is a militant dramatist and journalist, and his bride is also a lady of letters, as well as being the daughter of a general commanding the district of Rennes. Consequently half the literary and dramatic world now in Pans, with a large contingent of smart army officers, assembled at the Maine to wish the young couple good luck. After the ceremony there was a luncheon, and after the luncheon the news editor of the “Gil Bias,'"’ to i\ r hoso staff M. Arnyveldo has long been attached, was heartless enough to demand their “first impressions, l ' thus inaugurating a. terrible precedent. Mine. Arnyveldc, according to the “Standard” merely picked up one of the menus of the luncheon and wrote on the back: “Amongst flowers and fresh faces I slip into the white dress, the frail lace, and the wreaths. lam surrounded with tender and watchful looks. Igo downstairs shod in silver. Suddenly the stair is transformed into a miraculous ladder, and the pavement into a marble way. I mount the motor-car,- iwhijeh certainly believes itself a coach, and am fightly carried away. “And this is amusing. “Here is the Maine, which, perhaps just for the nonce,- is a fairytale temple with its green bushes and its saloon of crimson and gold. “And here is a superb gentleman, a. gentleman much more beautiful than the rest, with a broad sash of blue and red, a silky and dazzling symbol. Before him I sit on a groat velvet chair, and by my side there is a dark young man, certainly a prince. The gentleman with the sash speaks gently to us, and asks us questions. ‘Yes’ and ‘Yes.’ And there it is! I am married to the prince. And this is touching.

THE PRINCE IS HUNGRY. “Now wo are in the halls of a palace filled with light and multitudes. Words and words and wit. What words, what smiles, what bright eyes. Tlie prince takes me by the hand and leads me up to admirers, and the mirrors profusely proclaim my image, the brilliancy, and the people. And this is magnificent! “’But pleasure, emotions, splendors are strewn in handfuls; yet all our glory was equalled, as I saw at the door of my princess’s coach, and all along the streets, fhe crown of little faces, and as I heard the murmurs of the children, the street arabs, and the work-girls with their honest eyes and their impatient heads, ’She is pretty, the bride! She is geimllo!” And then madam's handed the pen to her prince, who wrote : “Scarcely have you begun the phrase which is to ask me for these few words when my wife comes up. takes me by the sleeve, carries me off to be presented to a general, a lady, or a colonel. I bow, take or offer the hand, and thank beforehand what I know is coming. ‘Compliments. Best washes for joy. Your wife is charming,’ and then I come hack to you. RAPTURE IN I\ LEXUS. “You want impressions? At this moment ? I want badly to go to the buffet. lam hungry. . But one of the looking-glasses of the huge room where we aro receiving our friends shows me the sight of my wife. . My hunger vanishes. And a joy—verv sweet, as you may imagine—comes over me! Ah, yes! My wife runs up to introduce some of her own particular friends. Handshakes, floods of good wishes. “Again my sleeve is pulled. You want my impressions! Ah, dear friend! I am happy, extremely happy, Localise I have married the woman I love. She is beautiful. Her spirit is lofty and magnificent. She bubbles over with the joy of living. And I love her and love her! “It is a very fine thing, is a wedding, very solemn, very amusing, too. and also very tiring. 1 mean that one is not- exactly in the best mood to write impressions. I must go now, dear friend, because I am expected to dinner. You understand. Two telegrams announce that we are two guests short, and the tables will have to be arranged afresh. Good-bye, good-bye, old fellow ! It was very nice of j'ou to have thought of asking me for my impressions.” The editor says he is going to have these “impressions” grandly printed on vellum, and give them to M. and Mme. Arnyvekle much later on, when they are old and their children are about to marry. They are charming and delightful, and the news editor is to be congratulated on hie happy thought. But how many married ccupies are there who could write such little camoes of literature on the back of their wedding breakfast menus?