Bridegroom

Bride, Joan Blake.

Groom, Boston Blackie.

Married, Springfield, Ohio.

Now,

Miss Ellen West, read by Arielle Lipshaw.

Bridegroom, read by Aarav Agarwal.

Mrs. Alec Davis, read by Sonya.

Mrs. Cecily Meredith, read by Kelly McGee.

Soap Bubble Stories by Fanny Berry.

chapter i the troll in the church fountain chapter i it was a village of fountains they poured from the sides of houses bubbled up at street corners sprang from stone troughs by the roadside and one even gushed from the very walls of the old church itself and fell with a monotonous tinkle into a carved stone basin beneath the old church stood on a high plateau overlooking the lake it jutted so far out on its great rock that it seemed to overhang the precipice and as the neighbours walked upon the terrace on sundays and enjoyed the shade of the row of plane trees they could look down over the low walls of the churchyard almost into the chimneys of the wooden houses clustering below there were wide stone seats on the terrace grey and worn by the weather and by generations of children who had played round them and here the mothers and grandmothers with their distaffs in their hands loved to collect on summer evenings often turley had seen them from his home by the mountain torrent for he was so high up he looked down upon the whole village and he had often longed to join them and hear what they were saying but he was nothing but a river troll and he was not able to venture within sight or sound of the water of the holy church fountain anywhere else he was free to roam teasing the children worrying the women as they washed their clothes at the open stone basins even putting his lean fingers into the fountain spout to stop the water while the people remained staring open-mouthed or ran off to fetch a neighbor to find out what was the matter this was all very pleasant to turley and at night he would hurry back to his relations in their cave under the stones of the torrent and enjoy a good laugh at the day's adventures there was only one thing that worried him several of the cleverest old women of the village who had on several occasions seen turley dancing about the country agreed to hang a little pot of the church water on the doors of their houses and once or twice the troll on attempting to enter in order to tease the inhabitants had suddenly caught sight of the water and rushed away with a scream of rage and disappointment never river troll can stand the sight of the church fountain said the old women and rubbed their hands gleefully in the early summer there was to be a great wedding at the old church the bridegroom the son of a rich farmer the bride one of the young girls of the village and turley who had known them both from childhood determined that for once in his life he would enter the unknown region of the church terrace elena has

often annoyed me in the past laughed so it's only fair i should try and annoy her in the future and

he sat down cross-legged at the bottom of a water-trough to arrange his plans quietly in seclusion an old horse came by dragging a creaking wagon and the driver stopped to allow the animal to drink the troll raised himself leisurely and as the horse put in his head turley seized it in both hands and hung on so firmly that it was impossible for the poor creature to get away let go said the horse angrily for he understood the troll language let me go what are you doing

The bells rang out, while the troll, hidden in the branches of a tree close to the entrance door, glanced first at the procession, and then at a wedge of wood sticking out from the stone mouth of the fountain, and he laughed elfishly.

the old horse has kept his promise this is seeing the world

he whispered triumphantly the marriage ceremony was soon over and as the newly wedded pair stepped out upon the terrace again turley drew from his pocket a little jar of water and splash fell some drops from it right in the eyes of the bride and bridegroom it's beginning to rain i saw the clouds gathering run run for the nearest shelter cried every one confusedly and off dashed the crowd panting and breathless now it was an unfortunate thing that after the wedding everything in the new household seemed to go wrong the young people have had their heads turned whispered the old woman and the poor bride looked pale and disconsolate it's a wretched house to have

married into

So there's two rounds.

First round is called Grill the Groom.

How about you ask him the questions and I'll say if he's right or not.

Okay.

Yeah,

good job.

...Grill the Groom.

Yeah.

Come away, my darling.

Come away with me, my beautiful one." The Bridegroom.

Galatians 5:22-23: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

Against such things there is no law.

The blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come away, my darling.

Come away with me, my beautiful one." The Bridegroom.

Galatians 5:22-23.

She had all of her wedding planned.

Groom pulled out seven days before.

She still went, and all of her guests turned up.

Oh.

Deem not so yet.

Bridegroom and bridegroom conflicts yet await; Nor trouble's light abide these marriage-makers.

Think'st thou that I had cringed to yon man ever, Except to gain some gain or work some wile? Nor word nor touch of hand had I vouchsafed him.

But to such height of folly hath he come That when he might forestall mine every plot By banishment, this day of grace he grants me To stay; wherein three foes will I lay dead, The father and the daughter and mine husband.