WOMAN'S WORLD

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LV, Issue 171, 6 December 1912, Page 6

WOMAN'S WORLD

(Conducted by "Eileen.")

NOVEL FEATURE OF A WEDDING BRIDAL COUPLE WRITE THEIR "IMPRESSIONS " AT LUNCHEON.

One of those weddings which delights Paris has just been celebrated in the union of M. Arynvelde 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 in' Paris, with, a large contingent of smart army officers, assembled at the Mairie to wish the. young couple good luck.

After the ceremony there was a luncheon, and after the luncheon the news editor of the Cil Bias, to whose stall M. Arnyveldc has long been attached, was heartless enough to demand their "first impressions," thus inaugurating a terible 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 marik way. I mount the motor-car, which certainly believes itself a coach, and am lightly carried awa} r . "And this is amusing. "Here is the Mairie, which, perhaps just for the nonce,, is a fairy-tale 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 great velvet chair, and by my side there is a dark young man, certainly a prince. The gentle" man with the sash speaks gently to us, 1 and asks us questions. 'Yes' and 'Yes.' And there it is!' I am married to the prince. And this is touching.

■ THE PRTXCE IS HUNGRY. , ■■ "Now we ar< in the halls of a palace filled with light and multitudes. Words and words and wit. What words, what smiles, what bright eyes! The prince takes me by tho hand and loads 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 atjrewn in handfuls; yet all our glory was equalled, as I saw at the door of my princess' coach, and all along the streets, the crowd of little faces-, and as I heard the murmurs of the children, the stfect arabs, and the work-girls with tlieir honest eyes and their impatient heads. 'She is'pretty, the bride! She i3igentille!'"

. And then mf' imc handed the pen to her prince, who wrote:—

"Scarcely have' yti.it begun the phrase which is to ask me for these few words when my wife comes up, takes me by the sleeve, carries mc off to be presented tq a, general, a lady, or a colonel. I bow, take or offer the hand, and thank beforehand what I know is ; coming. Compliments. Best'''wishes for joy. Your wife k>h*nnlMg, ! and then I come back to von. RAPTURE IK MENUS.

"You want impressions? At this moment? I want, badly to go to the buffet. I am hungry, : But one of the looking.glassos of the huge room where we are receiving our friends shows me the sight of, my wife. My hunger, vanishes. And a joy—very sweet, as'you may imagine—comes over me!- Ah, yes! My wife runs up to introduee-s«me 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, because I have married the woman I love. She is, beautiful.' Her spirit is lofty and magnificent. She bubbles over with the jov of living. And I love her and .love her!

"It is a very fine thing, is a wedding, vqry solemn, very amusing, too, and also very tiring. • I 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's Very nice of you to have thought of asking me my impressions." •• - The editor says he is going to have these "impressions" grandly .printed on vellum, and give them" to' M. and Mine. Arnyvelde, much Jater.. .on, when they are old and their children about to marry. They are '.charming- and delightful, and the news, editor is to be congratulated on his . happy thought. But how many married couples are there who could, write, such' little cameos of literature on the back of their wedding breakfast menus? '•'-■"'

A JEALOUS MOTHER A strange tragedy of domestic life resulted in the murder by Mrs. Mary Griffin, a widow, aged sixty, of her aon Peter, aged forty, -who was'about to marry (says the.'-Daily'Mail's New Tbrk correspondent). ' . Unable'to shake her son's resolution to" establish an independent household, the..'jealous mother, after many ' expostulations,' determined to kill him rathpr than allow another woman to deprive her of the right to superintend his', : household. JSver since the son reached man's, estate' his relations with his mothof. had : been ideal. Mother and .son were' devoted to one another, And. the son, who had.risen to the position o| manager of a telegraph office, when chaffed by his friends on the subject of matrimony, used to declare ■that his mother was,worth,more'to him than the best of wives. "I could never hope to be so happy or comfortably married," he said, " as I am as a single man under the. loving care of my mother." Recently, however, he. fell in love, and the mother, as she observed the increasing ardor of hia attentions to the young woman who had consented to become his wife, grew frantic with jealousy and grief. "Your first duty is to your mother. You shall never leave me," Mrs. Griffin informed him' after addressing a fruitless appeal to him to allow her to remain the head of his household. That night, as soon as her son was asleep, Mrs.. Griffin laid-a rubber tube from the gas-bracket to his pillow, then, returning to the kitchen, she also turned on the gas at a gas-stove and laid herself on the floor to die. When ; discovered in the morning, both mother and son were dead.