A special report by Winston Mitchell,
columnist and close friend of the bride
September 5, 1885—An event of memorable and epic proportions was held Friday at the home of Barnaby Finch, banker and man of some means, and his wife, the former Miss Harriahan of New York and Baltimore. Their daughter Anna Mathilde Honorée Finch was wed in an afternoon ceremony befitting royalty to one Mr. J. E. Sanders, a Texan in the employ of the Pinkerton Agency.
Dressed in a silk and lace confection of exquisite construction and elaborate design, rumored to have been provided by House of Worth, Miss Finch descended the staircase at the Finch mansion looking every inch the princess to join her princely groom and three hundred fifty onlookers consisting of family, friends, and close business associates. Her mother’s tiara and grandmother’s triple strand of pearls were among the adornments this darling of Denver society wore. Guests were invited to attend a sit-down supper at the Windsor Hotel followed by entertainment provided by the Winburn String Orchestra, Mildred Winburn, accompanist, and Minnie Winburn, vocalist.
The event was a splendid success with only the slightest issue of trouble revealing itself. Sadly, this reporter was informed that the new Mrs. Sanders, upon being served a particularly aromatic second course of cheeses, became quite ill and excused herself from the festivities for a time. Relieved of her duress, the bride returned to her groom and made merry until such an hour as she was escorted to the honeymoon suite for the night.
Those who know the couple say the match was truly one made in heaven. As for this reporter, he can fully and confidently report that Mr. and Mrs. Sanders seemed very much in love. Why, it was as if they’d been married for quite some time and not only wed just that afternoon.
Did I say that? Perish the thought!