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Evening Star, Issue 14627, 25 July 1911, Page 10

A VERY CAREFUL BRIDE. A happy pair had survived the congratulations of friends and relatives, and were being whirled rapidly towards the railway station before the bridgegroom began fairly to realise that the vision of loveliness'at his side was his own. A dawning sense of what he had done and of the sacred charge that was now committed to his (are began to creep upon his benumbed faculties, driving the rose of heaith from his downy cheek and substituting therefor the pallor of haunting responsibility. " Darling!" he whispered softly, "it will ever be my sacred care in life to——" She interrupted him somewhat brusquely. " Now," said she, " don't sit on your coattails that way and get them wrinkled up, and for goodness sake don't lay your elbow right in that dust! Heaven only knows how long it will be before you get another suit. Now, when we get" to the station, you'd- better get a. couple of sand wiches in case we get hungry in the train, and two hard-boiled eggs, and don't forget a small paper of salt."