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GRATIA’S TRIALS. 211 ‘‘So she’s to be married at last,” said the widow, a little acidly—she would rather have indulged herself in elegant leisure _ while ‘‘sponging,” as it were, her bread out of poor Mrs, Pea- body. ‘‘ Well, it’s time.” ‘“Yes,’. said Mrs. Peabody, proudly, ‘‘she’s to be married next month, Julius Disoway’s got a situation in an insurance office, and he’s taken a floor through on East Forty-fourth street, and furnished it elegant. Would you like to go up and see it this afternoon ?” ‘‘Well, I don’t mind,” said Mrs, Kempfield, indifferently. ‘It’s ’most a pity to stay indoors such a glorious spring day.” ‘* Besides,’ said Mrs. Peabody, glancing at the clock on the mantel, ‘‘I kind o’ want to stop in and take a peep ata big wedding to be at Grace Church, at three o'clock, and we shall have time enough if we step lively.” ‘© A wedding, eh?” said Mrs. Kempfield, who had sufficient of the womanly instinct about her to take an interest in all that appertained to the hymeneal altar. ‘‘ Whose wedding ?” “Well,” said Mrs. Peabody, ‘‘I heard about it from Alice Hawkes, who used to trim for me, before she got uppish and went to work for Madame Grandillotte. Madame Grandillotte furnishes the hats for the bridegroom's family, and a fat job she’s made of it. I don’t doubt,’ Mrs. Peabody added, curiously, ‘¢that rich folks will pay any price. It’s Colonel Falconer, one of those rich Fifth avenue Falconers, and the young lady, they do say, is the most beautiful creetur the sun ever shone on |” ‘‘In that case,” said Mrs. Kempfield, ‘‘ I’d like to see her.” ‘And although, of course, my Rebecca’s to be married in a plain way at home, yet I never lose a chance of getting an idea, If you can’t use it yourself, it comes handy in trade. It’s to be a full-dress wedding—the dress and all brought straight from Paris.” . ‘‘ What’s the bride’s name?” asked Mrs. Kempfield. «‘T don’t know—some odd-sounding name like it was took Eomicbooks (E(0) m