MAMMOTH CAVE ROMANCE



Franklin tenderly assists his beau-
tiful bride into the coach, neither
noting nor caring for the white rib-
bon tied to the harness, or the show-
ers of rice.
  "Good bye,"   Violet whispers,
"dear ones, all of you, good bye "-
and she leans far out, watching
them and waving her damp little
handkerchief, until they fade from
view. Violet sits back, very still,
neither crying nor sad; she only
feels the wonder and the mystery
and the strangeness of it all, and
the grave beauty of the new fact--
they are married! Floating thru
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