Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-09-05
CHAPTER XII.
A MORNING INMAy

A'AS Wv N"y 'hsSt Noi wac hot fCiJ nap
py for poor Pennie. She had never one
moments temptation to draw back from her
pledge TO Mr.. Tindal but many time sud-
denly her heart sank as she thought of her
marriage so near, and still so obnoxious to
her friends. Mrs. Wynyard heard with re-
lief tina, il was to be private, thankful to
escape the pain Of refusing TO let her girls
ofliciaie MS bridesmaids to their almost sister,
which, from the first, she was resolved they
should not do. Mrs. Lister showed the same
regard for her Lucy; and Pennie under
stood, before the day came, that nobody
would stand by her, during the few minutes
in churh, except him to whom she was
plislltcd till death should them part. Not
one of her kinsfolk would be present, and
none of her friends.
Her Uncle Lister also spoke of her kindly.
" l should like to give thee away; but the
wife has II bad opinion o the match, an she
wont hear of it," said he.
Pennie called pride to her aid, and replied,
" shall soon be in need of none of YOU"
But she shed some hot tears that night
alone. There was an obtrusive resolution
amongst her own people to have neither act
nor part in her marriage, and if she would
carry 1t through, to let her carry it through
on her own sole responsibility. Having ac-
quilted their conscienccs by this strong pro
test, it was possible that they might make it
duty to rally round her afterwards; bni she
had the wisdom not expect much from
friendlincss based on that foundation. Her
heart was wrung, but her love, her pride,
and her nvincible sense of justice kept her
and whatever pain she felt, she betrayed up;
none To him whom il would have stabbed
much more cruelty than any wound they
could inilct on her
The night before her marriage Pennic kis.
scd her mother at bcdti more tenderly
than usual, and the widow understanding 1t,
said, "Thou doescnt mean to see me in the
morning, then, Pennie?
No. mother; this is good night and
goodbye 1t will be rather lonesome walk
ing across the field to church by myself; but
there are harder things happening every day
girls going with troops of friends TO be
married TO men they don't love-but shall
be going 10 be married 10 one love heartily,
and who loves me. ] have no fear of not
being happy, though nobody wishes me God
speed.
Il do wish thee Gods speed, go where
thou wilt, and do what thou wilt" replied
her mother, und began to cry. She was not
deceived hy Pennies confident words, true
though they were; II look in her eyes and
tone in her voice cut deeper than any re-
.proach. AS the widow would have express
ed it, Pcnnic always got over her by her pa
iicnce and the tears she now copiously
shed promised relenting. "Won't Morrison
walk with you, Pennie p asked she, sob
bing. 6 Surely never went daughter from
her mothers house as you'll go. It's heart
breaking TO think Of And such pretty
wedding as your cousin Joanna had too.
/ call it downright mortifying, that do
a" II is not too late now too reverse your
| own intentions, mother am sure you will
feel more comfortable when l am gone, II
| you have it to remember that you saw me
of, said Pennic.
"Thcrc's no comfort in il any way
Moneys not everything in the world, and IL
isn't The maip thing, as you'll find to your
cost. 1t is in Mr.. Tindal's favor that he's
stuck 10 you since you lost your fine FORUM;
but I'd rather ha' kept you at home, though
you'd never married at all"
| Pednic made no answer-what answer
could she make. It was only the old argu-
ment over again. She kissed her mother
once more, and then escaped to her room
But she thought to herself, and she even
said so 10 .Aoiri.tn whom she found fin
ishing hel pa, king, that she hoped, after all,
her mother wuuld accompany her to church.
When Pcnnic went down stairs early in the
morning, dressed in white pique dress, that
might have served more appropriately for a
hay making party than for her wedding, she
found her mother making breakfast in her
Sunday ruby satinctte gown. The best china
was on the table, and the old silver service,
the widows most precious possession.
Mrs, Croft looked around half shyly, hall
curiously at her daughter as she entered,
and said in II voice where affected sharpness
struggled with real feeling: 'Sii thee down,
lass, and lc' us get II over. ! carried thee
to thy christening. AMI IL ii was tbs buryine
should !,'il"w; 50 suppose musi 20 Ia
Thy marrying. ihomali don't like il.
Prnuir. s,niinr, kissc, her, and said she
knrM she wuul,
Your AUNT i.islrr I'LL tell me never
Know my own mind Two minutes together
Now, Pennir, you'll nhligc me by eating i
good breakfast that's what you'll do. Whal
are you going 10 wear on your head ?"
"Ilam--l can't say but thinl; you look
ms nice rs Your Cousin joanna in all hcl
iinery. 'rnal's pretty white stuff your frock'.
made Of; hut youllno travel by rail lik,
that y
"Wc are not gning To travel by rail TO
day."
"lou don't mean 10 say you're stoppin.
at the Abbcyf =
"No: we are going 10 kirkicll." Kirk
fell was, as Mrs. Croi, knew, II small moor
land estate belonging 10 Mr.. Tindal, abou
twenty miles northwest of Eskdalc-in'th,
Lake country, in fact.
'' 1t is ii sweet spot, Kirkfe'l, said she
not II long ways of Amblesde, where wen
10 school You wont forget me with letters
Pennie, every week. Nobody but mothe
| knows what mothers anxiousness is, An
5 | think you'll grant me this, love, that hay
9 moro cause than most 10 feel It,"
| g will write to You twice or thrice
week, If it will be any consolation"
r "Nay,i there's no call for that, when foil,
D | is moving about, they cant always have
d pen In their hands. Only let me hear q
n reg'lar as you can. l should like you [