Mr. Rosenfeld had arrived home and was making up arrears of rest and

recreation.

"Huh!" he said. "Suppose it don't rain. What then?" His Jewish father

spoke in him.

"And another policeman at the church!" said Mrs. Rosenfeld triumphantly.

"Why do they ask 'em if they don't trust 'em?"

But the mention of the policemen had been unfortunate. It recalled to him

many things that were better forgotten. He rose and scowled at his wife.

"You tell Johnny something for me," he snarled. "You tell him when he sees

his father walking down street, and he sittin' up there alone on that

automobile, I want him to stop and pick me up when I hail him. Me walking,

while my son swells around in a car! And another thing." He turned

savagely at the door. "You let me hear of him road-housin', and I'll kill

him!"

The wedding was to be at five o'clock. This, in itself, defied all

traditions of the Street, which was either married in the very early

morning at the Catholic church or at eight o'clock in the evening at the

Presbyterian. There was something reckless about five o'clock. The Street

felt the dash of it. It had a queer feeling that perhaps such a marriage

was not quite legal.

The question of what to wear became, for the men, an earnest one. Dr. Ed

resurrected an old black frock-coat and had a "V" of black cambric set in

the vest. Mr. Jenkins, the grocer, rented a cutaway, and bought a new

Panama to wear with it. The deaf-and-dumb book agent who boarded at

McKees', and who, by reason of his affliction, was calmly ignorant of the

excitement around him, wore a borrowed dress-suit, and considered himself

to the end of his days the only properly attired man in the church.

The younger Wilson was to be one of the ushers. When the newspapers came

out with the published list and this was discovered, as well as that Sidney

was the maid of honor, there was a distinct quiver through the hospital

training-school. A probationer was authorized to find out particulars. It

was the day of the wedding then, and Sidney, who had not been to bed at

all, was sitting in a sunny window in the Dormitory Annex, drying her hair.

The probationer was distinctly uneasy.

"I--I just wonder," she said, "if you would let some of the girls come in

to see you when you're dressed?"

"Why, of course I will."




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