Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1898-11-30
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brought tears into other eyes. People
looked at each other and said:
Happy the bride the sun shines on"
While, as they went into the vestry to
sign the books, Vivian whispered to his
wife:
Even the sunbeams kissed you, my
darling, and no wonder"
Horace Temple was like q man in .
dream; he had been in a dream ever since
the night Lord Vivian Selwyn asked him
for his daughter, and he 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 a bird, was
married; married to a rich and handsome
young nobleman whom any lady in the
land might have been proud to have called
her husband.
He was SO bewildered that he did not
even recognize his own 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 easiest and simplest plan will be
for me to send to Gunter; he will supply
everything needful."
So Horace Temple, on this his daush-
ter's wedding day. sat at the head OF his
Jwn tIble-l table laden with delicacies,
with ripe fruits from every cline under
the sun, with rare wines, the names OF
which had never penetrated Woodeaves-
u table whereon silver shone, and richly
cut glass sparkled, and he said to him
self it must be a dream.
When she remembered it in after years
il was to Violante a dream of sunshine,
and song, and fragrance: of love, that she
thought almost divine in its tenderness:
dream whereon brilliant figures and
strange faces were all confused; Gully her
fathers face. shining out from the group
with the wondering. anxious expression
she remembered SO well, and the hand
some face Of her husband shining down
on hers.
The speeches were ended. The sun was
full in the sky when the travelling car
riage that was to take the bride and bride
groom away drove up to the door. Most
of the guests were going by train 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
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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.
I have no fear. You will be very happy"
But she clung to him with weeping eyes.
If you are not" he continued, gravely,
always remember, Violante, while live
there II home and the dearest Of well
cGnes for you here; always remember
you come back to me whenever you will;
and If this gay, new, bright world frowns
upon you, you have a 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 ID done forever; there is no going
back. shall be happy, am sure: but
who could say farewell to such Q pleasant
happy, sunshiny Ire zs mime mas 6een
without tearsT
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, a chorus Of
coed wishes, her husbands animated fare
wells. Another minute and she was in
the travelling carriage; Oakside had disap-
peared, and Lord Vivian Selwyn had
clasped her to his heart, saying:
"All mine at last! Violante-my wifer'
To the Scotch lakes they went. And
amid such glorious loveliness Of sea and
sky as Violante had never even dreameu
Of she finished the lesson of love she had
begun to learn at Woo0eaves.
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 envious
eyes near to note when she did not feel
quite at her ease, and he thought her shy,
blushing, timid mannr 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.
(To be continuedD