Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-12-10
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How long was it since he came home
from the Office and scolded her be-
cause she had played all day in the
hay fields and had burned her face?
How long was it since she ran to him
and buried her face in a passion of
tears on his breast because her pet
canary was dead? And now the great
ones of the world had gathered around
him. and some one was making a
grand speech all about his beautiful
child.
And she herself? In the depths of
her own heart Violante did not think
she had done wisely. Even to her the
dream seemed as unreal as to her
father, but the golden glamour of love
was upon her. No one who saw
Violante Lady Salwyn on her wedding
day ever forgot her. Her dress was
superb, Of white brocade, richly
trimmed with Honiton lace. She
were no jewels, only a wreath of
C~2nge blossoms, and a bouquet OF
the same odorous flowers in the cor.
~~ge of her dress The golden hair
locked as though it held the sunbeams
captive the dark eyes were bright
with love and happiness, the dainty,
tol'C~a, flCy"r'ike face was flushed
and charming to behold in it's modest
grace and tenderness. There could
be no fairer picture than this young
lride on her wedding day.
When she remembered it in after
years. it was to Violante q dream of
sunshine, and song, and fragrance; of
love, that she thought almost divine
in its tenderness; a dream whereon
brilliant figures and strange faces
were all confused: only her fathers
face, shining out from the group with
The wondering. anxious expression she
remembered sc well. and the handsome
face Of her husband shining down on
hers.
The speeches were ended The sun
was fully in the sky when the travel
ing carriage that was to take the
bride and Bridegroom away drove up
to the door. Most OF the guests were
going by train a few minutes after.
Weld
There was no mother TO clasp her
loving arms around the young girl
just crossing the threshold of another
life; no sister to kiss the fast-paling
face and whisper golden prophesies
But when his daughter had changed
her dress and stood in her room. look
ing round for the last time, Horace
Temple asked if he might come in
They were left alone for a few
minutes, the father and daughter who
had never been parted before and
We're so seldom to meet again. Then
Horace Temple clasped the trembling
girl in his arms, and she wept pas
sionately on his breast,
Hush. my darling!" he said; nc
tears; they will spoil your wedding
day. The day began in sunshine, and
it must end the same. Tears are bad
omGns Look up and smile"
She did look up, and tried to smile
but her lips ouivered the while.
Vivian is very good" said Mr.
my darling. | have no fear. You will
be very happy
But she still chung to him with
weeping eyes.
IT you are not" he continued
gravely, always remember, Violante
while live there is a home and the
dearest of welcomes for you here;
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 is done forever; there
is no going back | shall be happy,
am sure; Tut who could say farewell
tc such a pleasant, happy, sunshiny
life as mine has Deen without tears?
Il wish, said Horace Temple, in a
trembling voice. IL wish your mother
were living; she would know what to
say to you, and | do not-only this
Heavens best blessing be upon you
M darling; rest in your soul. and
keep 1t pure; rest in your heart. and
keep it tender; rest on your fair
young face, and keep it bright and
winsome as it is now. | am not a
clever man, you know, darling That
is ell can say"
She kissed him again, leaving her
warm tears wet upon his face, and
then passed cut of the pretty, white,
fragrant room. where the happy hours
CT her innocent childhood had been
spent.
The dream of her wedding day
flashed by a crowd of smiling faces,
a chorus of good wishes. her hus-
bands animated farewells. Another
mirute. AMI she was in the travelling.
carriage; Oakside had disappeared.
and Lord Vivian Selwyn had clasped
her to his heart, saying:
All mine. at last! yiolante-my
wite,"
They did not go to selwyn Castle.
Lord Vivian had asked his wife to
choose Whatever place she liked best
fc7 their honey moon. He smiled at
her simplicity when with her beauti-
full eyes wide open in wonder the