The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-10-02


and obtained special license. A par
son was the next person required, and
when had discovered him in the little
vicarage next door to his church on the
outskirts Of the town our wedding was
arranged for the following day at 10
o'clock.
Accordingly next morning after break
fhst boat was manned. and Allie, ia.
net, Walworth, the captain and myself
went ashore. To avert suspicion we sep
arated on landing, but met again at the
church door half an hour later. It was
lovely morning. A heavy dew lay
upon the grass, and when the sun came
out and smiled upon Us the world looked
as il it were decked with diamonds in
honor of our wedding.
While we were waiting in the little
porch and the clerk was opening the
doors Walworth went off and hunted up
the parson. Five minutes afterward
they returned together, and then before
the bare little altar, with the sun
streaming in through the open door,
George De Normanville and Allie Dun
bar were made man and wife, The reg
lister was then signed and witnessed,
and, having feed the clergyman and
tipped the clerk, we all went back to
the town again. It had all been most
satisfactorily managed, and I had not
the slightest doubt but that the half
imbecile old clergyman had forgotten
our names almost before he had discard
ed his sr1rn1ica in tho vestrv
OF the rest of the voyage to the Mas
oarenhas there is little to chronicle,
save perhaps that we sighted Table
mountain in due course, rounded the
cape Of Good Hope safely, though we
had some choppy, nasty weather in do.
ing SO, and, passing into the Indian
ocean, eventually arrived off the island
OF Reunion an hour before aybreak.
was on deck before it was light,
waiting eagerly for the first signs of
day. Not breath Of wind was stirring,
and as we were only under the scantiest
sail our progress was hardly discernible
Then little by little dawn broke upon
us, clear, pearl gray light, in which
the world appeared SO silent and mystic
rious place that one almost feared to
breathe in it. While was watching
heard some one come across the deck be-
hind me, and next moment little hand
stole into mine. It was Allie, my wife,
Can you discern any sign Of the
schooner" she asked.
Before answering looked round the
horizon. but there was not sign of any
sail q all N ork CHI $to 4
outline of the island, with few small
fishing boats coming out to meet the
rising sun, but in every other direction
there was nothing but gray sea softly
heaving
"No, darling" answered, 81 can
see nothing of her. But we must not be
too impatient. There is plenty Of time
for her to put in an appearance yet.
Half an hour later the lookout whom
the captain had sent into the fore cross
trees to report anything he might see
sang out, "Sail ho!''
How does she bear?" cried the skip
per from the deck.
Dead ahead sir, was the mans
reply.
WuaG uOos Big lOOh 4lho!
"A big topsail schooner, painted
white"
"The Lone Star for certain then, -
said Allie, taking my hand again.
AS she spoke the breakfast bell sound
ed, and we went below to our meal.
When we returned to the deck, the dis
lance between the two boats had dimin-
ished considerably, and we could make
out the schooner quite distinctly. She
was little more than five miles away
now, and there could be no possible
doubt about her identity. Then as we
watched she went slowly about, and
next moment we saw a string Of sig
mails break out at her masthead.
II think, y I said, taking the oppor.
tunity of pause in their conversation
to make practical suggestion, If you
ladies will allow me to say such thing.