Hepsey had been gone an hour before Mrs.Ball realised that she had sent away one of the witnesses of her approaching wedding.
"It don't matter,"she said to Ruth,"I guess there's others to be had.I've got the dress and the man and one of 'em and I have faith that the other things will come."Nevertheless,the problem assumed undue proportions.After long study,she decided upon the minister's wife."If 'twa'nt that the numskulls round here couldn't understand two weddin's,"she said,"I'd have it in the church,as me and James first planned."Preparations for the ceremony went forward with Aunt Jane's customary decision and briskness.She made a wedding cake,assisted by Mr.Ball,and gathered all the flowers in the garden.
There was something pathetic about her pleasure;it was as though a wedding had been laid away in lavender,not to see the light for more than thirty years.
Ruth was to assist in dressing the bride and then go after the minister and his wife,who,by Aunt Jane's decree,were to have no previous warning."'T ain't necessary to tell 'em beforehand,not as I see,"said Mrs.Ball."You must ask fust if they're both to home,and if only one of 'em is there,you'll have to find somebody else.If the minister's to home and his wife ain't gaddin',he'll get them four dollars in James's belt,leavin'an even two hundred,or do you think two dollars would be enough for a plain marriage?""I'd leave that to Uncle James,Aunty."
"I reckon you're right,Ruth--you've got the Hathaway sense."The old wedding gown was brought down from the attic and taken out of its winding sheet.It had been carefully folded,but every crease showed plainly and parts of it had changed in colour.Aunt Jane put on her best "foretop,"which was entirely dark,with no softening grey hair,and was reserved for occasions of high state.A long brown curl,which was hers by right of purchase,was pinned to the hard,uncompromising twist at the back of her neck.
Ruth helped her into the gown and,as it slipped over her head,she inquired,fiom the depths of it:"Is the front door locked?""Yes,Aunty,and the back door too."
"Did you bring up the keys as I told you to?""Yes,Aunty,here they are.Why?"
There was a pause,then Mrs.Ball said solemnly:"I've read a great deal about bridegrooms havin'wanderin'fits immediately before weddin's.Does my dress hike up in the back,Ruth?"It was a little shorter in the back than in the front and cleared the floor on all sides,since she had grown a little after it was made,but Ruth assured her that everything was all right.When they went downstairs together,Mr.Ball was sitting in the parlour,plainly nervous.
"Now Ruth,"said Aunt Jane,"you can go after the minister.My first choice is Methodis',after that Baptis'and then Presbyterian.I will entertain James durin'your absence."Ruth was longing for fresh air and gladly undertook the delicate mission.Before she was half way down the hill,she met Winfield,who had come on the afternoon train.
"You're just in time to see a wedding,"she said,when the first raptures had subsided.
"Whose wedding,sweetheart?Ours?"
"Far from it,"answered Ruth,laughing."Come with me and I'll explain."She gave him a vivid description of the events that had transpired during his absence,and had invited him to the wedding before it occurred to her that Aunt Jane might not be pleased.
"I may be obliged to recall my invitation,"she said seriously,"I'll have to ask Aunty about it.She may not want you.""That doesn't make any difference,"announced Winfield,in high spirits,"I'm agoin'to the wedding and I'm a-goin'to kiss the bride,if you'll let me."Ruth smothered a laugh."You may,if you want to,and I won't be jealous.Isn't that sweet of me?""You're always sweet,dear.Is this the abode of the parson?"The Methodist minister was at home,but his wife was not,and Ruth determined to take Winfield in her place.The clergyman said that he would come immediately,and,as the lovers loitered up the hill,they arrived at the same time.
Winfield was presented to the bridal couple,but there was no time for conversation,since Aunt Jane was in a hurry.After the brief ceremony was over,Ruth said wickedly:
"Aunty,on the way to the minister's,Mr.Winfield told me he was going to kiss the bride.I hope you don't mind?"Winfield looked unutterable things at Ruth,but nobly fulfilled the obligation.Uncle James beamed upon Ruth in a way which indicated that an attractive idea lay behind it,and Winfield created a diversion by tipping over a vase of flowers."He shan't,"he whispered to Ruth,"I'll be darned if he shall!""Ruth,"said Aunt Jane,after a close scrutiny of Winfield,"if you'relayin'out to marry that awkward creeter,what ain't accustomed to a parlour,you'd better do it now,while him and the minister are both here."Winfield was willing,but Ruth said that one wedding at a time was enough in any family,and the minister,pledged to secrecy,took his departure.The bride cut the wedding cake and each solemnly ate a piece of it.It was a sacrament,rather than a festivity.
When the silence became oppressive,Ruth suggested a walk.
"You will set here,Niece Ruth,"remarked Aunt Jane,"until Ihave changed my dress."
