The Vale of Cashmere.
Reading edition
When the Hon. F. H. Winston, our minister to Persia, heard that President Cleveland had married without letting him know any thing about it, he was deeply mortified. He brooded in grim silence 309while his dragoman, Prince von Schierbrand, read aloud the official report of the wedding.
“Hold on a minute,” he cried, interrupting the prince at one point in his perusal: “read that last sentence again.”
“‘The bride wore a tulle veil bedecked with orange-blossoms,’” repeated the dragoman slowly and with emphasis.
“Good enough for her!” ejaculated the great diplomate, smiling with diabolical satisfaction. “If they’d only let me into the secret, with my influence here at court, I could have sent the bride the veil of cashmere; and I’ll bet that would have beaten the rest of her trousseau all hollow!”