St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1904-12-28
is the right time," was the low re-

is the right time," was the low re
Spouse.
Holding both her hands in one of his
own, he slipped to her side and tipped
her head back against his shoulder.
Wis eyes sought hers in the gloom OF
the carriage, glorying in the revela-
tons brought by the passing lights.
'The right time of oil the world,
girl, of all the years that have been
for you and for me-the right time for
the seal of the promise for those that
are to como for u.s." he said with
quiet intensity, his lips closing on her
unresisting ones.
After a moment she Strengthened
herself with a happy little laugh.
81 think we must be nearly there"
Eyes. Wretchedly short drive. Oh,
grille, grille, I am SO proud Of you, so
glad! What will they think of US, to
be sure? I wasn't having a bit of
good time, and now I'm ever so CRATE
full that Bob insisted on making me
best man,
"Why, but, dear!' It was a veri-
table gurgle Of establishment. you're
not dreaming of telling now? It
would never, never do. We've not
even been introduced! I'm to be here
several weeks, you know, and it must
come to pass very gradually"
ST suppose SO, bless your proper lit
tie heart! But isn't it a wee bit more
unconventional to have it happen thus
than that it should merely be known
of? Anyway promise to be the most
persistently lovelorn Of any swain who
ever aspired to fair lady's hand. All,
here we are!"
Fortunately the avenue was well
shaded just before the blaze Of light
at the steps was reached.
Dickie greeted them-how he had
managed to pass them certain team
might have borne breathless testimony
in an agony Of contrition, his very
first blunder. He supposed, of course,
they'd met Clarissa had come alone.
Madeleine had been investigating and
wrenched from him the whole sad tale.
C1arissa wouldn't say word. They
sWeetly forgave him and were smiling
~ introduced.
During the ensuing hours Of the re-
ception Harrington, ingenious to the
point Of bluntness, found use for all his
skill as a dissembler. The auburn head
was an irresistible magnet, and his
telltale eyes followed where his feet
were forbidden to tread. Again and
again he dragged himself back to the
daffodil maid and his proper duty, to
find her always mysteriously smiling
at him out of a QuiZzical face. It was
hard that the first madly happy hours
Of ones life should be made to speed
SO slowly, hut at last the bride and
groom were off in shower Of rice
kisses and merry cries.
Then quoth the maid Of the daffodils
to Dickie, 'fDo look at Joe and Ethelr
There they stood on the top step, hand
in hand, placidly and absently waving
after the disappearing carriage with
their disengaged hands. The other two
members were clasped.
It was three interminable months be
fore Harrington was permitted to an
nounce q farewell dinner to his bach
elor friends. When he reached the
club on the memorable night a letter
awaited him bearing the familiar for
eign postmark of Mr. and Mrs. Blake's
honeymooning nest. Over the sigma.
ture Of Madeleine Blake he read the
following:
"Bless you, my children! Nothing
could delight me more, especially wher
it's my own particular little pie. Joe