Elsies Motherhood | Page 2

tendency to boisterousness or undue loquacity.
"I think we should celebrate this anniversary, Elsie," remarked Mr.
Travilla, stirring his coffee and gazing with fond admiration into the
sweet face at the opposite end of the table.
"Yes, sir, though we are rather late in thinking of it," she answered

smilingly, the rose deepening slightly on her cheek as delicately
rounded and tinted as it had been ten years ago.
Little Elsie looked up inquiringly. "What is it, papa? I do not
remember."
"Do you not? Ten years ago to-day there was a grand wedding at the
Oaks, and your mamma and I were there."
"I too?" asked Eddie.
"Yes, course, Eddie," spoke up five year old Violet, "grandpa would
'vite you and all of us; and I b'lieve I 'member a little about it."
"Me too," piped the baby voice of Harold, "me sat on papa's knee."
There was a general laugh, the two little prattlers joining in right
merrily.
"I really don't remember that part of it, Harold," said papa, while wee
Elsie--as she was often called by way of distinguishing her from
mamma, for whom she was named--shook her curly head at him with a
merry "Oh, you dear little rogue, you don't know what you are talking
about;" and mamma remarked, "Vi has perhaps a slight recollection of
May Allison's wedding."
"But this one at the Oaks must have been before I was born," said Elsie,
"because you said it was ten years ago, and I'm only nine. O, mamma,
was it your wedding?"
"Yes, daughter. Shall we invite our friends for this evening, Edward?"
"Yes, wife; suppose we make it a family party, inviting only relatives,
connections and very intimate friends."
After a little more discussion it was decided they would do so; also that
the children should have a full holiday, and while their mother was
giving orders and overseeing the necessary preparations for the
entertainment, papa should take them all in the roomy family carriage

and drive over to the Oaks, Roselands, Ashlands and Pinegrove to give
the invitations. Beside these near friends only the minister and his wife
were to be asked; but as Adelaide and her family were at this time
paying a visit to Roselands, and Lucy Ross was doing the same at her
old home, and all the younger generation except the mere babies, were
to be included in the invitation, should all accept it would be by no
means a small assemblage.
Early hours were named for the sake of the little ones; guests to come
at six, refreshments to be served at eight, and the Ion children, if each
would take a nap in the afternoon, to be allowed to stay up till nine.
How delighted they were: how the little eyes danced and sparkled, and
how eagerly they engaged to fulfill the conditions, and not to fret or
look cross when summoned at nine, to leave the drawing-room and be
put to bed.
"O, mamma, won't you wear your wedding dress?" cried little Elsie;
"do, dear mamma, so that we may all see just how you looked when
you were married."
Elsie smiled, "You forget, daughter, that I am ten years older now, and
the face cannot be quite the same."
"The years have robbed it of none of its beauty," said Mr. Travilla.
"Ah, love is blind," she returned with a blush and smile as charming as
those of her girlhood's days. "And the dress is quite out of date."
"No matter for that. It would gratify me as well as the children to see
you in it."
"Then it shall be worn, if it fits or can be altered in season."
"Veil and all, mamma," pleaded Elsie, "it is so beautiful--Mammy
showed it to me only the other day and told me you looked so, so
lovely; and she will put the orange blossoms in your hair and on your
dress just as they were that night; for she remembers all about it."

The children, ready dressed for their drive, were gathered in a merry
group on the veranda, Eddie astride of Bruno, waiting for papa and the
carriage, when a horse came cantering up the avenue, and Mr. Horace
Dinsmore alighted and stepped into their midst.
"Oh, grandpa, what you turn for?" cried Harold in a tone of
disappointment, "we was dus doin to 'vite you!"
"Indeed!"
"Yes, grandpa, it's a 'versary to-day" explained Vi.
"And mamma's going to be married over again," said Eddie.
"No, no; only to have a party and wear her wedding dress," corrected
Elsie.
"Papa, good morning," cried their mother, coming swiftly through, the
hall, "I'm so glad, always so glad to see you."
"I know it," he said, pressing a fatherly kiss on the sweet lips, then
holding her off for