The Red Cloud chief., 1889-11-08

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The Fairfax family not being yet out
Of mourning, the wedding was Q quiet
one, and did not take on the air
Of grandeur Nine. Iontcalm desired
it might. She was rather vain and
fond Of display, and this being the occasion
Of the marriage of her only son, she was q
little disappointed that the momentous At
fair did not come out in the blaze Of social
glory she deemed necessary. Nevertheless
she was sure that her son Hollis was mar
rying into . very aristocratic family, and
that his wife was a model Of good breeding
and a beauty of the pure English type, and
that was something to be proud OF.
They had lost their property, to DO sure,
once, but now they WERE, il any thing, bet
ter on than formerly; though people did
say that it was mainly through the super
human efforts and wonderful business tact
of the dead brother aud son that the Fair
fax house vas again recognized in polite
society.
81 am so glad that it happens to be such
aperfect day, it portends q happy life, you
know"
Mime. Montcalm was speaking to one
of the guests in the handsomely decorated
rooms at the Fairfax home.
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sincerely hope the second marriage Of the
the nrst; though that one was happy enough
hard, grinding toll, and the last by the
failing health, and finally the death Of the
husband"
II understood they were very much de-
voted to one another" said Mime. Mont
calvp ox,niJ,p Hho rpapfinn NJ f0i1 which
grated on her aristocratic ears, and dev0t
ing herself to the heart-side df the subject.
"Ohi certainly" was the rejoinder.
"Arthur Fairfax was q devoted husband to
a most devoted wife. By the bye, his
ding. She is just recovering from a long
illness and, although able to be about, will
not undertake the trip"
And other guests having arrived, came
up to claim the attention of the speaker
and get an introduction to the very aristo-
cratic madame. the mother Of the groom,
whose vanity was very much flattered by
the attention she was receiving from Pa
tricia's friends.
No, Miriam could not 60 over to attend
Patty's wedding; she felt that she had no
part in happiness now but the day was
beautiful, and Patty, sister Patty, would be
very happy. 1t was not far over to Fairfax
Place, a lonely country seat, just outside a
dreamy, quiet village, nestled among the
hills, some few mics up the shore. Patty
had wanted her to come, but had not urged,
knowing that her heart was sOrc over her
losses.
She walked the length of the bit of beach
below the rocks where she had been sitting
ont sl, voarrv A rrna< 1,,n,to D,,ll mir
cled over her head and sped away As free as
air. The morning sun danced on the calm
waters, and a few white drifting clouds lay
lazily above the downs stretching away to-
ward the CITY.
1t was on aday something like this, though
not nearly SO perfect, that she and Arthur
were married; bu: not with sanction and
merry-making which would smile q God
speed for Patricia.
Hark! what was tAatl Was it Patty's
wedding chimeE She hardly thought she
could hear2E4 bells Of st. Martin from
where she Stood. But, yes; it must be
them. Miriam put her hands quickly to her
ears to shut out the sound, inc sat down by
an overturned boat to think. as she self
ish-hearted, that she could not bear to hear
the ringing of the bills event No; but
some way it brought 1t all back SO wildly
her OWL wedding night. Not like Patty's
marriage, celebrated in the glow of the
beautiful morning, amid friends and music
and flowers; no, in the shadows and quiet,
somber interior Of lonely little All SAINTS
she was given away by q stranger, and as
a wife she crossed the gloomy porch and
walked by the dead, out to the portals Of the
quiet church-yard, without q song, without
q flower, or q smile.
Well, it was Citing, after all; the cere-
mony was only atypeofall the rest. No! not
all, for Arthur, dear, dead Arthur was true
and ahectionate, but she meant the dark
side of the after years. She had only the
shadows Of death in view this morning;
they were always trailing across her path
way; their dank denseness had grown sec
ond nature TO her soul, for she had become
morbid on shadows.
But it wouldn't do, this mop:aE forever
in the mists; she would go up Is tho house.
and be glad for Patricia. About now the
fair village lassies were strewing flowers in
Patty's wsy-happyPa Patty!
Drawing the soft, rich wrap about her
frail shoulders. Miriam toiled YEARLY up
over the rugged path toward the Rest, try
ing to feel happy for dear sister Patty's
sake. Where y turn came in the path, by
a rock jutting out from among its hoary
fellows, Miriam paused for rest.
She might have had the carriage and have
driven down the beach road, but she chose
to be alone. The presence of ever the boy
in livery would have disturbed her to-day,
she thought, 80 she had descended the
bridle-path alone tor her morning walk on
the shore.
Far away she caught sight Of sails CLEAN
ing in the sunlight; some pure white, some
cream aud rose tinted, and a great wave of
something like Inconsistencies crcpt Owe
her. The letter which a white winged
messenger had sped away with months Ago
had been answered. And that dear friend
of her mothers had said: "Come;" but only
afew days after the receipt of the friendly
epistle q raging fever had seized her and
she had lowered between this world and the
for days. Since then she had not been
strong enough to undertake Q voyage, espe-
cially unattended.
In those uncertain days Of her severe i'll
ness Patricia had never left her bedside.
Devoted and kind, she had nursed her
through until the physician said: ''She will
live" Why h had not been permitted to
cross ovcr and enter into restand be with
her beloved ones was to Miriam . dark
problem.
But now, as soon IS she was strong
enough to warrant starting, she was going