TO THE WORKINGMEN OF AMERICA
It was four o’clock when the ceremony was over and the carriages began toarrive. There had been a crowd following all the way, owing to the exuberanceof Marija Berczynskas. The occasion rested heavily upon Marija’s broadshoulders—it was her task to see that all things went in due form, andafter the best home traditions; and, flying wildly hither and thither, bowlingevery one out of the way, and scolding and exhorting all day with hertremendous voice, Marija was too eager to see that others conformed to theproprieties to consider them herself. She had left the church last of all, and,desiring to arrive first at the hall, had issued orders to the coachman todrive faster. When that personage had developed a will of his own in thematter, Marija had flung up the window of the carriage, and, leaning out,proceeded to tell him her opinion of him, first in Lithuanian, which he did notunderstand, and then in Polish, which he did. Having the advantage of her inaltitude, the driver had stood his ground and even ventured to attempt t