WHISPERS OF EVE

NZ Truth, Issue 1192, 4 October 1928, Page 18

WHISPERS OF EVE

WHY THE MYSTERY ?■

ALTHOUGH the news; of Mrs. Mon - A cri eff 's approaching marriage . had been whispered through Wellington fpr some weeks past, the actual date and hour' were kept a profound secret. Archdeacon Johnson, who performed the ceremony, was by no meanskindly disposed to queries. , ' At first, all he would say concerning the late flyer's wife and her husband-to-be, son of the W. H. Coopers, of Ohiro Road; Wellington, was: ."All I: know is, I am going to marry them.'? .-'; A further 'phone call disturbed the holy silence of Archdeacon Johnson's j diggings. "Why, oh why, do,, people keep ringing up?" the archdeacon rioa,ned. But, finally, he placed .the hour at 3.30 'p.m. on Wednesday, September 26. '•'.••-'■

i Unlike George Washington, however, the, archdeacon could be slightly. in T accurate with his figures — perhaps he just slipped or maybe the bridal 'couple themselves changed their minds. For it'was'.at 3 o'clock that the wedding actually took place. . - However, a "Truth" representative was there to see the bridal couple—surely the strangest who ever entered St. Paul's Pro-Cathedral, the church of fashionable marriages. Out of the shadow of Lieutenant Moncrieff' s tragic death, Mrs. Moncrieff has stepped into what- all' must hope will p'rdve the sunshine of a new marriage. Her wedding, was— perhaps, through the assiduity, of the archdeacon — a very quiet one, and no confetti fluttered about the laughing* flushed-faced .little bride who stepped •out of the cathedral' into a day of glorious sunshine. Mrs. Cooper wore a fawn travelling costume, a coat of harvest brown trimmed with fox fur and a. neat felt hat to match. • - Her bridegroom is . young, tall^and slight, and .shared his pretty, pride's look of happiness. The two" are— so "Truth" is informecj^to' make their home at Rongotai, "Wellington. An unusual feature of the marriage was that no order of presumption of death wap taken out, as is the geheral case when any doubt or mystery surrounds the death of a' former husband or wife. Evidently the registrar ■is not one of those m whose mind lingers a faint hope that the missing flyers may yet be found. ' • * .' * '-.*.,'•■'. "ART IN N.Z." APPEARS OEARTY congratulations to the editor . . and publisher of "Art m. New Zealand," probably the first real — and certainly the most successful—artistic effort that our magazine nien- "have turned out. •' As the foreword indicates, the magazine seeks to give an abiding literary home to New Zealand's little. band of artists and writers, and the colorworkers m particular must be. delighted with the kind treatment which .their contributions have recelyed. < y Familiar names— Mrs. Tripe, Linley Richardson, "Our Nugent" arid a, fair list of others— are represented by skilful reproduction of their best work. The editor has, however, shown a very nice discrimination — he hasn't done any of those things which the editors of artistic magazines are, as a rule, inevitably and fatally tempted to do— and 'a thigh standard has been maintained throughout the pages. :The magazine holds a very genuine interest, not only for the little artistic "dr litei'ary sets of New Zealand, but for all those interested m the talent that their own country can produce. The first number has been quite enough to prove that New Zealand artists deserve a paper of. their own. .If "Art In New Zealand" keeps on as it has set out, it will be a paper of which both its producers and its public can be proud. The editor, C. A. Marris, is himself a man of letters and is represented by two slender, but very attractive, contributions.