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212 GRATIA’S TRIALS. out of a novel. They say the fashionables hain’t talked o nothin’ else for a month,” ‘They can’t have much to talk about then,” said Mrs. Kempfield, with acerbity. ‘It’s just in our way,” said Mrs. Peabody; ‘‘and, as they say a cat may look ona king, I guess there won't be no diffi- culty about our squeezin’ in, though I did hear as any one must present a card to the usher before they could be let in.” “Fiddle!” said Mrs. Kempfield. ‘‘I’d like to see any usher that could keep me out !” And, duly attired in the splendors of their choicest ward- robes, the two widows and the bride-expectant started forth on their walk, Mrs. Kempfield little dreaming whose wedding she was about to witness. It was a bright morning in early spring, and the street in front of Grace Church was blocked in with carriages. “My! what a squeeze!” said Mrs. Peabody. ‘‘I’m afeard we're late, Almiry.” ““T'll get in, or I'll know the reason why!” uttered Mrs. Kempfield, between her set teeth, as she pushed herself in front of an elegantly dressed lady. The usher at the door looked in vain for the requisite square of pasteboard. ‘‘ Your card, ma‘am, please,” he said. ‘““T’ve left it to home,” said Mrs. Kempfield, confidently pushing past ; and the usher could but submit. ‘“Well, I never!” uttered Mrs. Kempfield, audibly, as she crowded her portly form into one of the reserved seats beyond the mystic silken cord, and beckoned Mrs.’ Betis ated and Re- becca to follow. One of the officials, shocked and scandalized, was about to interfere, but the usher, who now came up the middle aisle, beckoned him to desist. - **It’s some rich old relation, who has money to leave, I comicbooks.com