The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-12-21

knees. | was dead beat. But for pure
shame / should have rushed from the
church and wallowcd abiectly in the
snow without. When we all dropped on
our knees could not strangle down the
sob that burst from my heart, and the
bitterness of my spirit found vent IN
anything bat the utterance of the prayer
the time and place called for. How long
we knelt | have no idea. II might have
been seconds, it might have been hours
Somehow found myself again standing
up, clutching the chance1 rail for sup
port. while the tail form of the rector
seemed miles away, and his words came
dulled to my ears through a boom IN
them like that of angry surf.
/ could think, hear, feel nothing. I
had but one consciousness, that I was
wretched- wretchedi
Toms tremuIons responses fell mean
ingless upon my ear, and yet, through
all my agony, listened with strained
intensity for the words in which she was
to speak herself his.
Those words never came only a soft,
nuymur, ss OF the spring breeze. Even
in that supreme moment of agony felt
q tender, yesrning pride that all the
woman in her was not dead-that it had
at last been touched, even in the depths,
BY the sole1nnity Of the sacrifice at which
she held part.
The doctors hands were laid upon the
welded pair.
1t was done
staggered alone into the glazing sun
Light on the church yard snow
As we dashed down the main street of
Fiketen at 10 a. m. that day, our sleigh
bells screamed with a rollicldng jollity
that brought many face to door and
window.
Mrs Lindsay's wedding breakfast had
been OF the very best, and the bridal
party, plucking appetite out of the inev-
table, enjoyed it hugely Even after
tho clear coffee and feathery waifies
could tempt no longer, they had lin
gered to listen to the rector's genial flow
of talk.
Mayor Blythe was just mounting his
sober old horse as we dashed into his
avenue at q slashing trot
HelloE' he cried, arresting one foot
half way over the beast Back SO soon2
And you, too, Anna? Why, we viii
have our Christmas dinner here, after
all, Them
Oh, darling papa! You'll forgive u.s.
Now promise you willr' and Bette
bounded from my side and threw her
arms round the chief magistrate of Pike
ton.
Forgive you, pussi Why, Of course
I win. But for whatp
ssOh, papa, he's just the dearest fellow
IN the world And he couldn't help it.
Twas all my fault, wasn't it nowY' She
turned 30 me.
Not for the life of himF' cried, slap
ding Tom on the back with wild hilarity.
He deserves the very best wife IN the
land, Mr.. Blythe. and I'm sure he's
found herg Hero I kissed the brides
hand with fervor that smacked again
IN the frosty air.
Wifei What do You meanY' cried
the mayor, descending rapidly from his
saddle.
Now, papa, don't be impatient
impatient, the DEVIL You'll drive
me wild! Here~-this 10 rne--'syou seam
to have your wits left. What does the
girl mean?'
But You forgive rs? You promised
to forgive Us, that's darling old papair
and throwing her arms round the bewil-
dered mayor she led him into the snug
little parlor. Then she shut the door
carefully after we had filed guiltily in.
Now, You dear old papa, we all ran
away-that is, Tom and ran away"---
Ran away" roared the mayor, very
red in the face.
Eyes; but it was my fault, wasn't it,
Tom? And, oh! papa, I'm so glad we
did, and we married.
"Marriedw The old gentlemans face
was purple now.
Yes, papa, at DR.. Lindsay's church
at 6 o'clock. Now, don't be angry, you
dear, dear papal And we married-that
is, Tom marued-Anna Beltont"
"Oh-ohr' whistled the mayor. $50
that's the secret, is its So you ran away
with the golden fleece, you little Jason
in petticoatsl" and the old gentleman
laid his hand kindly upon the golden
locks of the blushing Mrs. Tom. ..Well,
viii promise not to be angry"
But my auntg" Mrs. Tom blushed
and glanced slyly at her husband. "How
can tell herr"
How she will rave! Why, / had
quite forgotten her," cried Mr.. Blythe,
with furious fit of laughter. ITO sleep
with one eye open for ten years and lose
her treasure after ALL Bad children,
bad children But see must be peace
maker, so I'll put off business today and
drive over to 'Shadynook on that mis-
sion.
And, papa, you must make our
peace with Aunt Bolton, and you
must bring her back to eat her
Christmas dinner in forgiveness Tell
her it is too late now, and she has moth
ing for it but forgiveness And she can
ride over, too, papa" added Miss BERTHE
saucily, '.for we left her horses and ran
away with our own"
She shall come, puss, even if have
to elope with her myself. But you can't
tell what & shock you gave me, my baby,
by your mystery, for You know, you
rogue, / newer mean to give you uplD
Then, SIR" / said quietly, after
what she has told me this morning, we
win have to come and live with you.