Mrs. Radigan: Her Biography, with that of Miss Pearl Veal, and the Memoirs of J. Madison MudisonLloyd, Nelson
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Mrs. Radigan: Her Biography, with that of Miss Pearl Veal, and the Memoirs of J. Madison Mudison
Lloyd, Nelson
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Satire; Social classes -- Fiction; Women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
Pearl laughed. I never knew a girl so brave as she. Had she just come
from a Lenten service instead of the wedding of the season she could
not have been more unruffled. But Mrs. Radigan was bent on making the
most of the adventure, as she does of all adventures, exaggerating,
finding pleasure in dances, and getting excitement out of dinners. Her
teacup was arrested in midair, and over its top she eyed her sister
solicitously.
"Do not tell me you weren't dreadfully frightened!" she cried.
Pearl blew a smoke ring.
"No," she said, "I was not afraid. I was mad--downright mad. Just as
we came out of the church the awning burst in. For the moment I was
dazed, for through the rent in the canvas I could see a multitude of
faces, a sea of people that stretched away from the church for blocks,
in every direction, and beat against it with irresistible force. As the
mounted police tried to get the Duke and Duchess out, they drove the
crowd back and something had to give. Naturally, it was the awning.
Angelica Clime screamed and seized me by the arm, so that I had but one
hand for defence, the one in which I was carrying my roses. A large fat
woman with blond hair came first. I really don't think she meant to be
rude but was just pushed through the hole, and, being through, wanted
to know what our dresses were made of, so gave a grab for my gown to
feel the material, and without thinking, I brought my roses down over
her head--quite unintentionally--and her bonnet was knocked askew. She
jumped back and fell, and those behind her, unable to stop themselves,
piled over her."
"It must have been dreadful!" said Mrs. Radigan. "We could hear the
shouts inside the church and thought you had all been massacred."
"And so the churchful of people came hurrying out, pinning us between
two mobs," said Pearl. "It looked for a moment as though we should be
crushed, torn in pieces and carried off in bits as souvenirs; but,
fortunately, Williegilt Bumpschus knew what he was about when he chose
giants for ushers, for when they saw our peril, they charged down the
awning, swept the crowd out through the hole, and were able to keep
them at bay till the police had got the Duke's carriage free, and came
to our aid."
"Was anyone hurt?" I asked, for, though I had been in the thick of
the adventure, my attention had been held by the delicate task of
protecting the imperilled bridesmaids without being rude to any of the
attacking party.
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