Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-10-17
CHAPTER xxIx.-FAREwELL.
copyrighted. 1856.

CHAPTER NAlA.-FAIsENELL
The beautiful dream of life! How few
realize their ideal! The eventful evening
that had been the theme of conversation
by large circle of friends, and the one
event of life to the immediate actors, had
arrived. The immense hall ut Blue Ridge
was filled with friends, eager to witness
the marriage of Colonel Fred Haynes, of
the United States, TO the beautiful Annie
Wren. What a fascination a wedding has
for young and oldl
The briual party were to occupy broad
stage or dais that had been beautifully
decorated for the occasion with more taste
and skill than usual by the artistic hand
of Lady Hortense. There were flowers
everywhere. The room seemed bower Of
bloom. Annie was to be led To the altar
by her aged father She wore, over a dress
of white satin, dainty robe of lace a veil
of English point a necklace of fine pearls
and a wreath of orange flowers, all white;
and in this snowy cloud Annie looked
more lovely than ever. Sir Wren, with
his long white beard, reminded me of my
childish pictures of the patriarch Moses.
The Colonel was in a full evening dress
suit His eyes bespoke "A happy future for
my little friend. AS they took their places
before the altar thought that they might
challenge the finest Greek OF Partisan taste
for perfection of form, feature and COS
tune.
How short the ceremony How much it
means as it runs out in the years to come!
To some it brings train of uninterrupted
Joy and confidence; to others pain and dis
appointment
Congratulations were offered mingled
with feelings of sadness; for on the NOR.
row our party were TO separate. lit may
be for years and it may be for ever" was
the refrain. Yet there was no murmuring
with signing. We grieved to be separated
from the friends we had loved so long;
but this was a happy closing scene for our
holiday period. Now we must buckle on
the armor of life and take an active part
A happy, joyous time of rest and recreation
1t had beenl
A banquet had been prepared for the
closing. The great dining-room was bril-
liantly lighted. Illumination is n necessar
ry accompaniment to joy; mist and shad-
ows are not welcome 10 the happy. The
hall was gay with birds and flowers The
table flashed and sparkled with glass,
china, gold and silver. From an ante room
came soft strains of music US from some
Eolian harp.
between her father and her noble young
husband, while Mrs. Haynes sat by Sir
Wren. My sweet wife was by my side, as
bright beam of sunshine as of old. The
merry guests were all seated, and quiet
conversation was the rule. The Duke Of
Melvorne sat beside his noble Duchess,
still as charming Us when we first met her
in the mountains of the far away land of
blue skies and broad prairies. Mr.. and
Mrs. Lollard were as jovial rs evsr, and
many were the jokes we passed on our time
honored guide. Lord Sanders, with his
tall, angular, over-dressed wife and snowy
daughters were all conspicuous for the
amount of diamonds they wore and for
their reserved AID naughty demeanor
At dessert Sir Wren was called on to
toast the newly married couple.
"You will not escape two sermons-one
from the bishop, which you have heard"
he said, bowling across the table to Bishop
Bede, land now one from me. Listen, my
children. Adore each other. BE happy.
Now is tho budding time of hope and trust;
let not the chilling blight of discordant ell
ements blast the tender fewer. The world
lacks perfume; il lacks the charm of love.
We cannot love too well. We cannot please
too much. To love and be loved-what
miracle is wrought Love, woman and
kiss are u circle; they form our universe
from the cradle to the grave. Exist brave
ly for each other. Hide your anger; wounds
may heal but the scars remain. Life is
toQshort in its arrowy flight for even an
angry word. Love was a child six thous-
and years ago, and has right to a long
white beard though as youthful rs ever"
concluded Sir Wren, stroking his long
beard as he resumed his seat.
Melvornc was called to answer to the
toast, Civilization"
"My friends, long life to woman. She is
the central feature of civilization He who
trains son trains man. He who edI-
Gates daughter educates nation Civ.
flization has brought the university TO the
poor mans door. in the newsboy's sacheL