Brilliant Nuptials.

The Marriage Last Evening of Mr. Dobbins and Miss Waddell.

Last evening at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Izard Heyward, their only daughter, Miss Annie Waddell, was married to Mr. Miles G. Dobbins. The Rev. J. C. Jones officiated, using the impressive ceremonial services of the Episcopal church.

“Kenwood,” the spacious and beautiful home of the Heywards, was at an early hour filled, not only with the beauty and gallantry of Cartersville, but with much that was lovely and attractive from elsewhere. The arrivals of the evening found the house crowded and taxed to its utmost; even the old trundle-bed and mattress had been brought into requisition.

Within a few moments of the appointed hour the Rev. Mr. Jones took his place in the east bay window, and the groom, attended by Mr. Jas. Schley, his best man, got there almost as soon as the minister. Then, whilst the wedding march was being rendered by the band, one’s eyes were feasted with the view of elegance and loveliness not often to be seen. First came Miss Ethel Stiles in all her lovable glory, arm and arm with Athens’ dark haired beauty, Miss Annie Brumby; following these at a respectful distance came their attendants, Mr. Walter Howard, of Atlanta, and Mr. Douglas Boyd, of Griffin. One wondered at the distance preserved until he saw the second attraction coming down the stairway, then one concluded that they could only have been kept in place by the double attraction, for next came two of Washington’s sweetest beauties, Miss Nora Palmer and Miss Mary Toombs Hardeman, with their attendants, Mr. R. P. Morgan, of Boston, and Mr. J. M. Africa, of Pennsylvania. Next came Miss Mannie Moore, of Mobile, Ala., with Miss Jennie Walsh, of Jackson, Tenn., to look upon whom was to be convinced that there were some mighty pretty girls outside of Georgia. Messrs. Perry DeLeon and Max Adams, of Atlanta, rendered Georgia’s devoir.

Following these came the bridesmaid, Miss Mary Harris Brumby, whose oriental grace and dignity put everyone on tiptoe. The bride then entered. She was alone. Her queenly beauty and graceful bearing climaxed this glorious galaxy. She certainly was a beautiful bride.

The supper! The supper! What shall be said of it? It would almost be best to say nothing because justice can scarcely be done it. How one did wish for a larger capacity for eating and swallowing; especially when one came near that glorious bowl of punch, presided over by one of Bartow’s charming matrons. All this feasting was closed by a family custom of breaking the oldest bottle of wine within the connection. On this occasion it was Madeira, bottled 125 years ago.

‘Tis long since we have attended such a real kind, hospitable, whole souled, merry country wedding. “Twas a wedding that will long be remembered for the happiness and pleasure it gave all, and will be hung up among our bright thoughts in the sky of memory. We can wish the bride nothing better than that she may be as happy through life as were the guests at her wedding.

The bridal presents were many and very handsome, among them an elegant solid silver tea set, given them by the groom’s mother, Mrs. Dobbins.

Mr. Dobbins and his bride took the 11:58 p.m. train for Florida, where they will spend the honeymoon.