A
wedding
There was a wedding in
County Clare one summers eve, before the year 1898 when this story
was printed. The celebrations were at their height and all were
wishing good luck to the bride and groom over full glasses. Then a
guest told the happy groom that someone wished to see him at the
gate. He stepped aside and found an old woman, in her hand a wreath
of gold.
“This” she said “is
for your bonny bride but first let me see it on yourself”
And with that she laid it
on his bare head.
“Now give me a kiss and
go back to the fun” she added.
He stopped and kissed her
and turned to the house but all was dark and silent. He knocked and
after a long wait a strange man opened the door.
“Where is my bride and
guests” exclaimed the dazed youth. He asked in vain. All he could
learn of the occupant of the cottage was that he had heard his
grandfather say that once there was a wedding in the house at
which the groom had suddenly disappeared and never returned.
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