A Social Meteor — page 307: what you’re looking at

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A SOCIAL METEOR. 297 But in summer or fall there is no lovelier place on earth. The trees heavy with fruit, the fields of ripening grain stretching for acres like a yellow sea, the tiny brook singing as it hurries along over moss and pebbles, the glimpses of silver water through the thick foliage, and the old church, with its ivy-covered sides, make it a spot worthy of a painter’s brush. And it was here that Georgie and Lee decided to plight their troth. Not many people were asked to the ceremony, only the immediate relatives of both, and a few friends, as neither of them liked display, and for many reasons, they thought it best that the wed- ding should be as quiet as possible. It was by far the most important event which had ever taken place in that locality, and so, long before the appointed time the villagers began to gather around the door and to line the road on both sides. — At Mrs. Clarke’s especial request, a florist from New York had been sent for to decorate the church, and the result was most satisfactory. Promptly at five o’clock the music, which con- sisted of a band of stringed instruments concealed in a bower of roses, struck their first notes, and shortly afterward the guests began to arrive. First came the village school children, headed by their teachers, who walked in with the dignity (EOMNIE NCO KS (E©)