Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-10-30

Trinity church is ablaze with lights
The chancel is fragrant with the per.
fume of rare exotics. The rustic OF
silken gowns is heard as guests pass
up the aisle. Voices are hushed and
anxious looks toward the western
door show the eagerness with which
they await the coming of the bridal
party.
One by one the carriages roll up, de-
posit their fair burdens and pass
down the other side of the street
Outside the thick flashes of snow
come down soft and fast.
A sudden little gust of wind blows
miniature avalanche around a cor
ner, and for moment almost blinds
swiftly passing pedestrian. who sui.
fers accordingly from the unexpected
assault by bringing his umbrella in
direct collision with that of some one
coming towards him.
Both hurriedly look up, and both 81
simultaneously grasp hands and ex.
claim: MY dear boy!"
"'Ppn my word, Geoff, where did
you drop from?" gasps the younger
man. "Odd thing, that, dye know
Bob Lathrop and I were speaking OF
you this morning at the club; won.
dered If one of your royal Bengals
had taken a notion to swallow you
whole. Bob said: NO. Trust Geoff
for that; nothing so tame for him.
Plucky man, Geoff' Bob suggested
some East Indian beauty and all that
sort of thing; might be, you had said
good by to the land of your forefa-
theirs forever. But now old man, We
have you with us again. Welcome
back! Tell you, I'm delighted"
The serious gray eyes of Geoffry
Thorne had reflected many lights dur
ing his friends speech. At the men
ton Of falling in love, they had sad
dened perceptibly, but had relighted
as if with some sudden thought and
turning to the other. he answered:
mo, Jack, it was not that Fighting
tigers is not half bad, and there are
pretty girls all the world over, but to
tell you the truth, three years is a
long time to knock around and I've
come to stay. The Etruria dropped
anchor six hours ago and here l am
tubbed. dressed and making for the
club; pretty good time. eh?"
Pretty good" echoed Jack Lenox,
absently. by the way, Geoff, l was
thinking instead of going to the club,
suppose you take this card and drop
into Trinity there; wedding going on
old friend, I believe, too-was 60
ing myself, but changed my mind.
Good-by, old man! Meet you to-mor-
rom at the Metropolitan! and waving
his hand, was of; saying to himself:
odd thing, that-just happened to
think-old flame of his, Marian Strong
wonder how he'll take it,"
Thorne glanced at the card care
lessly. please present this at the
church." stood irresolute minute,
and then turned toward the long line
Of carriages, saying: We'll, 1 might
as well-can go to the club later and
Jack says it is an old friend-wonder
who?" and turning up his coat collar
to the now icy wind, says softly to
himself: Three long years and now
back again! Back to Marian!" How
lovingly he dwells upon that name,
dearer to him than all the world.
Marian! what will she say? Does
she care? Who knows? Nothing but
silence of my letters unanswer-
ed-nothing left me but this little
ring chat she took off her finger the
night l said Good by!' and told me to
trust her-and 1 have trusted. Can
wait until tomorrow, I wonder?"
His thoughts were brought to an alb
rupt close by the obnoxious umbrella
coming in contact with an awning
stretched from the doorway of the
church to the street, under which he
now passes and into the glare.
The bridal party are at the altar.
From his seat near the door he hears
the impressive Episcopal service be-
ing read, while the tender strain of
de Koven's 20 Promise Me- softly
steals through the heavy perfumed
air. Now the notes have changed to
a more joyous tone: the triumphant
song OF Mendelssohn pealing forth
from master fingers.
They have turned and are slowly
passing down the aisle. Godfrey be.
gins to feel bit bewildered. He says
he cannot see distinctly, and yet,
there is something strangely familiar
Cad, this collar chokes mel" He
turns nervously to loosen it.
They are nearing him. The bride
seems pale; and is it not a forced
smile rather than a natural one that
light the beautiful face? The look
Of bewilderment on Geoffrey's face has
changed suddenly to one of horror
and then to misery that time will
never heal. There is spreading over
his face an ashy pallor that brings
In prominence every line; determina-
ton, too, is written there.
my God!" he mutters. "can it be
Marian? Marian, darling. come back,
THE MAKING OF A HOME.