A GLITTERING GROUP

Hokitika Guardian, 17 January 1929, Page 7

A GLITTERING GROUP

■BRIDE’S WONDERFUL SILVER. TRAIN. LONDON, Nov. 20. A marriage at St. Margaret’s always means a pleasant interlude or half-interlude Lo the normal tide-of 'traffic which Hows through the great highway of Westminster. Westminster's regular wedding-man-oeuvres takes place; a pink and white awning leaps from the dark side of the church; dapper mounted police caracole about, restoring the illusions of the past with their chestnut and win to chargers; a superintendent or so, poured unto Ids uniform, casts the eye of authority over the scene. I’assers-by cease to lie passers-by and become bystanders. Tile feminine home-guard of wedding-attemlers appears in its scores and falls into line on cither side of the church doorway, on the pavement facing it, and, above all, on the edge of the path leading to the Abbey. At the doors of the Abbey some of the strangers from all over the world who .may be said to inhabit tbe building cluster to see the bride and bridegroom emerge. LITERALLY BRILLIANT. The strangers were abundantly gratified yesterday when Lady Mary Asli-ley-Coo-pcr came out upon the arm of her new-made husband, Lord Alington. Against the wintry background she and her retinue shone and glittered ; in the most literal sense of that word it was probably the most brilliant, wedding-group that can have left the doors of St. Margaret’s for many years. The bride’s dress was of some sort of wliite silver Issue which rippled into glittering folds and wrinkles as she walked. ller train was so long that you did not, viewed as such sights are, through an intervening crowd, suspect its presence even till all at once you saw the mass of glistening material covered will) embroidered or brocaded Hours--tie. lis in the hands of two bridesmaids who shone themselves, had silver chaplets on their foreheads, ami held along with the t"ain, gilded sheaves of the honesty plant. The watchers on the pathway pushed and pressed and ran, as well as they might, to get a further sight of the dark bride with this dazzling sweep of silver stretching nwn belli lid in the the hands of so many blessed damsels. A FLORENTINE PICTURE. It was like a Florentine picture, designedly. or not, lasting but a minute as tbe bells clashed from the tower above and the people murmured at the beautiful sight. Though, really, it seems a pity that something cannot he done about the bridegrooms on these occasions. Lord Alington looked very happy smiling and talking to his bride, but one would have wished him in uniform. He and his best man wore red carnations, a curious variant upon the recognised white buttonhilcs. Lady Alington received an engaging surprise at her wedding reception, when a cablegram arrived for her from the 6,000-miles-a way liner Almeda, which lias just docked at Buenos Aires It was sent by Commander Turner Russell and the officers and crew of the Almeda to “Wish you fair winds and smooths sens throughout your married life.” Last year the bride bad travelled to South America upon the maiden passenger voyage of this Blue Star ship.