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married to Mr. Henry Raymond Mussey, a young pro- 

 fessor at Bryn Mawr. And the ceremony, which took 

 place at Cedar Lodge, her mother's summer camp, was 

 one of the most original and picturesque which it is pos- 

 sible to imagine. Miss Barrows herself is a girl with a 

 refreshingly individual outlook upon life, and with a 

 great variety of interests, as well as a strong dramatic 

 instinct, and every one who knew her well looked for- 

 ward to this wedding as promising to be an occasion at 

 once unique and beautiful. And they were not disap- 

 pointed, those eighty odd guests, who traveled so far, 

 from east, west, north and south, to the little camp snug- 

 gled away among the sympathetic trees bordering the 

 Indian Lake, beyond the Canadian border. 



Cedar Lodge, the Barrows' camp, crowns a beautiful 

 wooded slope above the lake, a steep climb by a winding 

 path bringing one to the log cabin, with its broad piazza 

 facing the sunset and overlooking the lake, through 

 misty tree tops which still wear the tender freshness of 

 hymeneal June. At either end of this ample balcony the 

 guests were seated at four o'clock of that perfect Wed- 

 nesday, leaving space in the center for the bridal party, 

 of which there was as yet no visible sign. 



Promptly at four one heard, far below, echoing poet- 

 ically from the lake, the first notes of a bugle sounding a 

 wedding march. It was the signal that the bridal party 

 was approaching, and the guests began to tingle with 

 excitement. Nearer and nearer, came the bugle, and at 

 last through the green birch and alder and hemlock came 

 the gleam of white — a living ribbon winding among the 



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