Daily Kennebec journal., 1877-08-23
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Il turned at her exclamation. "a
thousand pardons - | exclaimed. "Nhat
shocking carelessness Were they pets
Are they quite irrecoverable 1t is i'm
possible ior me to replace them p In the
swift instauts of those few words ! had
forgotten all about the train, traps, um-
brella, wedding bad forgotten myself,
in short.
"Oh no. indeed, not pets at all--perhaps
they will go home again. have others
there. Mrs. Burbank said | would lose
them. They were meant for wedding
present" she added. with smile that
made the lips as perfect as the voice
was sweet. and that seemed to kindle the
ewes to a blue vivid as the sky's into which
the doves bad vauished-eyes with long,
black. back-bent lashes that gave them "a
most infantile innocence. In another mo-
ment. under my gaze, the lids fell. and a
color like that of a wild blush-rose crept
over the cheek aud mounted almost to the
soft loosely curling rings of chestnut hair
on the white forehead, and fell again.
"l don't know how 10 express my re-
grets," said.
"Oh. please don't think of it," She an
swered. Il will telegraph to have anoth-
reach there as soon as | shall, for J found
myself on the wrong train, and there is
no other that makes the connection to-
day"
THAT is exactly my case, said J.
And the wedding feast to which / am
hidden takes place Tomorrow"
why. so does mine,' said She, laugh
ing. and giving me a quick, curious
,Vlaupa unn1pr--f
81 wonder said |, "ifyon are nay cousin.
Marcia's cousin Rose -
"And then you are my cousin Marcia
cousin Ferguson {?
ALLAN Ferguson, Al your service" said
.Do you know" she said, svly, and
cOoring again in the same charming way,
II thought it must be you-tor have seen
your photograph
mo photograph would look like you," |
said; and then as she half drew back.
FASTENED to ask tor her luggage.
"Oh, Dir. Wilder took that for me YES
terdav." she answered. "He j. our rec
tor, you know"
IL know, he is mine
Yours why, you don't belong in
Brentford?" ?"
II belong in his parish wherever il is"
'IIow very pleasant! Well she end /.
ed with a sigh, II wish he had taken me. /
too, for don't see but that may as well
90 home, the wedding will be over before
! get there"
IL don't know about that said |. !
THE world went on before there were
railways, and there are plenty OF cross
county roads left. And il there is a team
to be bad in this village
''Oh, don't think it would do" she in
terrupted, shrinkingly.
mot doP'' / said. Pray, why not ?
All, you are doubtful concerning the pro-
prieties. Perhaps my credentials are not
enough. Let me see. There is my name
on my umbrella. But as that may be
stolen, here it is again on my wallet there
is letter addressed to mt Mr.. Allan Fer
gusOn."
"Oh, know you are Allan Ferguson
she said "Marcia showed me yonr pic
ture. have always known all about you.
But
''But your cousin Marca's cousin Fer
guson is not sufficient escort, said |.
'You-you mustn't he otlended,n she
cried, "indeed, it is very kind am ex.
tremely obliged. But-but-Dr. Wilder
Mrs. Burbank. On, it disappoins me
dreadlully, but"
But we are all fools once 10 our lives.
And here was Allan Ferguson infatuated
at one glance, in one instant, over pret-
ty face, a blushing cheek, shining eye
over a another mans bride. another mans
wife for augbt he knew; who keeps the
run of his cousin cousins lives Not so
that virginia. glance, that dewy lip-the
dew OF the morning was on them yet. In
stinct is as good as knowledge. You shall
not be disappointed | don't intend to be /
myself" And in two minutes more the /
telegraph instrument was clicking for a
special engine for Waterway. 1t was get
ting 10 be very expensive umbrella.
Before had fairly explained TO the lit
tie Rose what we were to do, an engine
came laundering back from the junction
took US aboard, ran up and shifted and
an hour of ground and lofty tumbhng in
that jumping cab landed Us at Waterway.
And TO tell the truth, felt that my hand
some treasury-note but cheaply purchased
the pleasure of seeing this little Rose in
white silk and shining veil and blue for
get-me-nots that all of Marcia BRIDE
mades wore next day. ! myself was
groomsman but what are groomsmen ?
mere punctuation points. marks of excla-
nation, lines of shadow, behind the glory
and the grace OF wedding garments. Per-
sonally less than that, | was cipher, ! /
had no existence. | was mere mote in .
the air before this beng to whose reyala- !
tion on this day the whole universe had
creation Only once was ! conscious OF
my identity, when sudden seety shower /
falling just as the bridal party left the /
church, bethought me OF my silk umbrel-
la--and had not brought it with me.
And while | was hesitaung il ! might.
some cailff had lifted her in his arms, and
her and her finery in the coach and lett
me to drive back with another brdemald,
creature of common clay.
Continued TO morrow