Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-05-30
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ished in the blue
turned ut her exclamation. "A thou
aud pardens - | exclaimed. what
shocking csrelessness! Were they pets
Are they quite recoverable 4? Is IL i'm
possible tor me to replace themp" In the
swift ipstants of these few words, | had
forgotten all about train. traps. umbrella.
wedding; had forgotten myself, in short.
"Oh. no, indeed, not pets at all-per-
hals they will go home again. | have
others there. Mrs. Burbank said | would
lose them. They We're meant for a we'd
ding present, she added with a smile that
made the lips as perfect as the voice was
sweet, and that seemed 10 kindle the eyes
TO n blue vivid as the skies into which the
doves vanisbed-eyes with long, black.
bent lashes that gave them a most inisn-
lille innocence. In another moment, I'M
der my gaze. the lids fell. aud color like
that of the blush rose crcpt over the cheek
and mounted almost TO the soft loosely
curling rings of chestnut hair on the
white forehead. and fell again.
Il don't know how - express my re-
greet" said.
"Oh, please don't think of it" she an
swered. Il will t-legraph t. have anoth-
eT DtlT stIt - wal tTWHN Will ItdCn
there AS soon as shall for | found my
self on the wrong train, and there is no
vtner that makes the connect on t)-day."
70 THAT is exactly my case" said /. And
the wedding feat t. which | am hidden
t,kes place tomorrow.
"Wny, so does mine, she said laugh
inely, and gave me a quick, curious
Pl .aee. II wonder;
Iar a..s1 I
In Marcia cousin Rose p
"And then You are my cousin Marcia
cousin Ferguson r
"A Ian ferguson, at Your service, said
. DO You know" she said shyly, and
col1ring again in the same charming way,
+ 81 thought it must he you--for have seen
y'ur phot graph"
NO pilot Ig' sph would look like YOU"
said. and tien, as she halt drew back,
FASTENED t, ask for her luggage.
'Oh, DR.. VII Ter ,ok that for me- vs.
t,rday," she answered "He is our old
rector. You know"
81 know he is mine
s "Yours! Why You don't belong in
Brentford."
Il belong in his parish. whatever he
is.
How very pleasant Well" she end
ed with sign II wish he had t,ken me
too. for don't see but that may as well
70 home : the wedding will be over be-
Z fore can z, there"
81 don't know about that, >" said l. "The
world went on before there We're railroads
and there are plenty of cross country
ID, roads lett, Anu II there's team to he
had in this village"
"Oh. don think it will do" she in
rrupt I'd shrinkingly.
- "N,t do?' | said. pray why not
All, You are doubtful concerning the pro-
pri.tles. Let me see. There's my name
an ypy umbrella. But as t1at may be It ,
len. here it is again, on my wallet there's
"A letter addressed to me--Mr Allin Fer
guon."
oh. l know you are All an Ferguson"
she said. Marcia showed me vour pie
ture. l have always known all about
.But Your cousin Marcia's cousin Fer
gusun IL net sufficient escolt." said |.
'.You-you mustn't be offended" she
cried "Indeed It's very kind. | am ex-
ceedingly obliged. -but-Dr Wilder
Mrs, Burbank. Oh, it disappoinls me
sdreadftllly, but"
But we are all fools once in our
: lives, And here was Allan Ferguson in
iatualed at one glance. in one int at over
= a pr, tty face. sweet voice, a flushing
q cheek, u shining eye--over another mans
bride, another mans wife, for aught he
knew: tor who keeps The run OF his cous-
ms cousins lives. Not SO; that vergnal
glance, that dewy lip-the dew OF the
! morning was on item yet. Instinct is H.
good as knowledge. ''You shall not be
disappointed; idon't intend to be myself. ~
And m two instaHts more the lsgraph
instrument was clicking special engine
= to Waterway. 1t was " ting to be very
expensive umbrella.
Before could luliy explain to the little
Rose what we INTENDED t. do, an engine
came Numbering back from the Junction,
. took us aboal d. ran up and shilt.d; and
an hour OF ground and lofty tum ling in
that Jun ping cab linded us at Wat.rw
And, to /. 1.-THE truth. felt th4t my hand
some treasury note but cheaplv Purchased
the pleasure vi seeing this lulls Rose in
the hite silk and shining vel aud blue.
forget me-nots ,hat all et Marcia brides-
maids wore next day. myself vas II
groomsman 4. but what groomsman
! mere punctuation points, marks OF excla-
mxsion, lines OF shadow behind the glory
4, and grace of wedding garments.
Personally less than that, was cipher,
Ihad no existence, was mere mote in
the air before this being To whose revela-
zion on this day the whole universe had
creation! Only once | was conscious OF
my identity, when, a sudden sleepy
shower falling just as the bridal party
I lef. the church, be,hought ME OF my silk
umbreAa-and had not brought II with
me. And while / was hesitating il |
might, some cailiff had lifted her in hi.
arms and hidden her and her finery in the
coach, and left me to drive back with
another bridesmaid. creature OF common
clay.
spent fortnight and more with my
aunt-in-law after the bride and groom
had gone. Dr.. Wilder and the little Rose
and some Others staid too, to break the
edge OF first lonesomeness tor the good
old lady, who, however, wanted none ol
us in reality but it was Marcia's arrange
ment. The Doctor prolonged his visit
and we lett httle Rose there with him,
and lame ankle What IA time il was!
In the clear, bracing December weather