Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1898-10-07

people with I'VE The bridegroom's moth
es was not there; she, it was rumorcd,
was busily engaged in experimenting the
wedding fetes given at the Castle. There
was a whole string of bridesmaids, the
prettiest girls in the county, who were
proud of the honor of attending one who
was so o to be Lady Selwyn.
The old parish church, with its tall spire
and gray walls, looked its best; it was fill
ed with a brilliant crowd. Little chill
drcn flung flowers under the feet of the
bride, flowers whose thorns pricked her
sorely in the sad after days; and then, as
She stood in the center Of that mngni6-
cent group, while the words of the mar
riagc service were read over her, every
one saw from the eastern window a gold
ell sunbeam streaming in and forming a
halo round her fair young head.
Some smiled as they say it, but it
brought tears into other eyes. People
looked ut each other and said:
Happy the bride the shines on"
While, as they went into the vestry to
sign the books, WYNN whispered to his
wife:
Even the sunbeams kissed you, my
darling, and no wonder"
Horace Temple was like a man in q
dream; he had been in n dream ever since
the night Lord Vivian Selwyn asked him
for his daughter, and lie could not re-
cover from it, and now the grand climax
had arrived; his little Violante, his fair
faced, sunny-haired child. whose laugh
and song were both wild as Il bird, was
married; married to q rich and handsome
young nobleman whom any lady in the
land might have been proud to have called
her husband.
He was SO bewildcrcd that he did not
even recognize his OWL house. Lord
Vivian had done as he liked even with
that.
"Take no heed, give yourself no trouble
about the wedding breakfast" he said.
1.-THE casiest and simplest plan will be
for ME to send to Gunter; he will supply
everything necdful."
So Horace Temple, on this his daugh-
ter's wedding day, sat at the head of his
own table@a table laden with d~elicacies,
with ripe fruits from every cline under
the sun, with rare wines. the names of
which had never penetrated Woodeavcs-
a table whereon silver shonc, and richly
cut glass sparkled, and he said to him.
self it must be a dream.
When she remembered it in after years
it was to Violante a dream of sunshine,
II song, and fragrance; of love, that she
thought almost divine in its tenderness;
a dream whercon brilliant figures and
strange faces were all confused; only her
fathers face, shining out from the group
with the wondering, anxious expression
she remembered so well, md the hand
some face of her husband shining down
OH hers.
The speeches We're ended. The sun was
full in the sky when the travelling cur.
riage that was to take the bride and bride.
groom away drove up to the door. Most
of the guests were going by train a few
minutes afterward.
There was no mother to clasp her Low.
ing arms around the young girl just cross.
ing the threshold of another life; no sister
to kiss the fast-paling face and whisper
golden prophecies. But when his daugh-
ter had changed her dress and stood in
her room. looking round for the last time,
Horace Temple asked if he might come in.
Vivian is very good" said Mr.. Temple,
"and he loves you so much, my darling.
1 have no fear. You will be very happy"
But she chung to him with weeping eyes.
IF you are not" he continued, gravely,
always remember. Violantc, while I live
there is u home and the dearest of well
comes for you here; always remember
you come back to me whenever you will:
and il this gay, new, bright world frowns
upon YOU, you have n home here"
But she shook her head gravely.
"You are all that is kind, papa" she
said; but there is no going back; what
is done is done forever; there is no going
back. 1 shall be happy, l, am sure; but
who could say farewell to such q pleasant,
happy, sunshiny life as mine has been
without tears:"
She kissed him, leaving her warm tears
wet upon his face, and then passed out
Of the pretty, white, fragrant room, where
the happy hours Of her innocent child.
hood had been spent.
The dream of her wedding day finished
by a crowd of smiling faces, n chorus Of
good wishes, her husbands animated fare.
wells. Another minute and she was in
the travelling carriage; Oakside had disap-
pearcd. and Lord Vivian Selwyn had
clasped her to his heart, saying:
.All mine at last! Violnnte-my wife!"
To the Scotch lakes they went. And
amid such glorious loveliness of sea and
sky as Violante had never even dreamed
of she finished the lesson of love she had
begun to learn at Wooceaves.
There, alone in the sweetest solitude
under heaven. Lord vivian grew almost
to worship his beautiful young wife. He
could see no fault, no shadow Of imper.
lection in her. There were no cnvioua
eyes nea to note when she did not feel
quite ut her ease, and he thought her shy
blushing, timid MANN more winning.
more charming than anything he had ever
seen.
When the chill days OF November came
and they went home to Selwyn Castle,
Lord Vivian was more deeply in love than
ever with his fair young Violante.
ITO be c%ontinuedJ
Correct Enough.
"Now, boys, 1 have a few questions